The seven-year bitches - XIV

Well, it was hard to keep calm while hearing my cousin's report, so that I managed that a bottle of wine was at our disposal in the beginning of the next session. This had been really effective to break Benedicto's inhibition barriers in the prior session, and it was good to me as well, for I had to stand him telling that dirty story.

- Let's go to Sodoma, my friend - I said.

- Ok - a red-faced Benedicto said (I do not know if this reaction was caused by wine or shame... or both..). - It is very simple: Kapitoline put me in a butter churner position and fucked me hard with a strap-on. An additional humiliation: she lubricated my ass with my own sperm fluid...

- Gosh, it is really amazing!

- In fact, amazing... and very painful... Would you mind if this session were shorter than the others?

- Oh, it would be great. It is hard to me to hear all of this as well...

- It was a painful session, in fact. After pounding my ass, Kapitoline sat again on my belly.

- Another handojob! Oh, gosh...

- I would have liked it. But no, He stated: "This will help you to keep your dick in peace for some time", and she grabbed my balls and crushed them unmercifully.

- Oh, my poor guy!

- After that, she stood up, grabbed me a leg and pulled upward the lower part of my body  until she could reach again my ballocks...

- Oh, dear, another balls smashing...

- Oh, yes...

- And then another one, with me standing against the wall...

- And without any support, next the stairs...

- And it was all.

- Had she finally mercy on you, I supposed.

- No, I simply collapsed...

- Poor guy. Life continues.

- Yes. Life got back to me hours latter. I was alone in my room. From this time onwards, I have never forgotten to lock the  door while masturbating.

The seven-year bitches - XIII

After a few glasses of wine, Benedict felt better and began losing inhibitions:

- Oh, Kapitoline really beat out the shit of me! After putting me to sleep, she woke me up, and I notice two details: my hands were tied behind the back, and there was a noose around my neck.

- Oh, no, a hanging scene again!

- Well, this is a Kapitoline's leitmotiv,is not it?

- Ok. And your burrito, was it still hard?

- No, as I said. Kapitoline pulled the rope and forced my head up. But she was gentler with me than she had been to Sancha. I was not obliged to stand on tiptoes.

- How, so kind of her!

- She danced in front of me, turning the back on me and shaking the hips voluptuously - oh, she had a so lovely butt... My hose went hard like a rock. All of sudden, she turned to me and, as she noticed my boner, she stopped dancing just to approach me.

- Oh, how a bitch!

- She pointed my joystick and said: "what the hell is that?"

She kept looking at the erection a long time, smiling cruelly. She slowly put her top on, but in a so sensual way that it seemed that she was disrobing herself, instead of putting a piece of clothing on. 

- Those who are sexy, are sexy all the time... - I said quite enviously.

- She released me and challenged me to wrestle her: "Come on. Are you the man here? Then win a wrestling match and fuck my ass with this little hard wee wee. But, if I win, I will fuck you instead."

- Oh, what a good idea. lovely betting!

- But I was scared, although motivated by the possibility of fucking her. She was stronger, however, and dominated me again ease and rapidly. Besides that, a hard dick is a disadvantage to a male wrestler...

- I suppose so. There is a time to get excited, and there is another time to win a fight...

- Exactly. Kapitoline plays with a dead body and an alive piston.

 - The worst part: she humiliated me. I was completely worn out when she put me on her knees and spanked me hard. During the punishment, I rubbed my hard dick against her thigh and near cummed.

- Afterwards, she threw me on the floor, sat on my belly, grabbed my hard member, and gave me a second chance: "if you do not cum, you was free of getting screwed. If you cum, instead, I will fuck your ass".

- Oh, what a bitch. She did it only to humiliate you. It's obvious that you cummed.

- And rapidly. The way she stroke my love rod and pressed gently the the upper portion of my sack and groin... Oh, it was bewitching, to say the least. She looked like a professional of the art of handjob! I did not resist to her body, I caressed slightly her back and buttocks, and, when I was on the verge of cumming, I tried to stopped her. I tried to grab her wrists in vain, and I heard her saying "too late", laughing and mocking me, while I moved in despair my limbs, in a weird feeling of ultimate pleasure and sweet affliction. 

During the orgasm, she released for a very brief instant my yogourt gun, which was still spasmingout of control. I can not forget that...

- So do I. Let me invoke uncle Lacan: let's stop here and you will tell me about Sodomaland in the next session. It is me now who needs a glass of wine.

The seven-year bitches - XII

- I told you about a) my first "non-solitaire sexual experience", and b) my fear of Kapitoline. Well, both assertions are connected by a causal link - said Benedicto in the next session, like a good mathematician .

- We had told me that your sexual attraction in the beginning was to Kapitoline, if I am right.

- You are. That bitch was always teasing me, as she passed by my window in a skimpy bikini. The pool area was in front of my window. I wanked a lot while peering out her. All was all right until some day, when she toplessed herself during the sunbath, and kept looking at my window.

- She was really a bitch.

- For sure, but I did not care. I began wanking slowly. Kapitoline was lying in the sun. Sometimes she walked around and got back to her pool chaise longue. And I kept wanking. At some time, she got out. I took the opportunity to close my eyes and slow the pace of the strokes for a while, just to keep the erection hard and wait for the return of Kapitoline.

- You are very technical.

- Maybe. The problem is that my eyes were opened by Kapitoline's shout in my room: "What a good figure, hm? Naughty boy, peering me out"!

- Oh, the would be a good start! You hard on might have gone...

- Not completely... especially because... oh, it is shameful!

- Go on, I am your friend, mother confessor and quasi-analist...

- Ok... Well, you know about the wrestling skills of Kapitoline...

- Oh, I know it very well - I said with full knowledge of the facts, although not letting it show.

- Well, I told me that I was a naughty guy and began beating me. I tried to defend myself, but she was stronger and more skilled. She beat me very hard. She weakened me and finally immobilised me in a shameful position, in which I was on my belly. First she chin locked me for a good time:

- Then, she pulled me by the hair, just to mock me a long time while facing me:

- During all the time, my cock remained stiffened, to my surprise.
- Oh, dear, I think you like to be beaten or humiliated. Well, this is not a perversity...
- I think not. The idea of be beating disgusts, shames and humiliates me...
- Perhaps if your girlfriend beat you, it would be nice. Or a hot girl like Kapitoline...
- It is possible. The dick would not remain hard by no reason...  - - And how did this fight end?
- Well, she knew that I was excited, so she teased me by grabbing my dick at the same time she put me in a strangle hold. "This will make your little doodle calmer", she said, always laughing.

- Uh, it is really humiliating... oh, sorry, Benedicto, but you learnt well that humiliation can led to pleasure...
- Well - he moaned, visibly in discomfort. After a long pause, he continued - She finally scissored me, stroking my dick... and laughing, always laughing:

 - I finally collapsed. Until I can remember, my dick remained hard. But when I regained consciousness, I admit that she was finally resting...
- Of course, otherwise you would be a kind of stallion - and I neighed so perfectly that he finally relaxed and laughed...
- Well, I am very ashamed. Perhaps a glass of wine could give me courage to continue.
- Ok my poor and humiliated... stud! - and I neighed again...

The seven-year bitches - IV

This confessional session happened some years after Benedicto had left for good the wine-growning-farm, the house of which he shared with Kapitoline and Sancha for seven years.

He dwelled in one of the three wings of the big manor-house, whilst his cousin and Sancha resided in the opposite one. They lived independently of each other.

- We lived in reality apart from each other. I can count on the two hands the times we three met together, and on one hand the ones I met one of them.

Benedicto was devoted to Mathematics; Kapitoline, to wrestling; and Sancha, to Languages and Literature:

- Sancha was a very introspective girl. She worked all the day as a recluse in her bedroom, studying languages. She was very young (although she was four years older than Kapitoline), but she was considered as an outstanding translator. She was requested to translate into and from rare unfamiliar languages, like Armenian and the Kartvelian ones.

- Gosh...

- And she was very beautiful too...

- I know... - and seeing that he was probably thinking silently about the beautiful Kapitoline's step-sister, I tried to set the topic aside - We were talking about tying recently, were not us? What do you think about a good hog tying in a catfight environment... As a final punishment?

- Hog tying?

- Yes - and I searched in the computer just to show this to him:

- It is arousing like hell. The girls are really lovely, especially the brunette one. It is possible to figure out that she was depantsed by the blonde hottie. Oh, the pose is very sexy, we have an amazing butt glimpse...

- And what else?

- It is exciting to imagine that a girl can beat and humiliate another. And if she put the opponent naked, it is better yet...

- Let's see, then - and I searched for another pic:

- Help, I need some breath... Lovely butt (and tits, also), lovely feet pose, and what an expression of scaring while her slender tormentor does efficiently the work...

- A lovely scene, it is true. A tied woman is always exciting, but I think that the culture industry, at least in the movies, has explore it only under both an heterosexual approach and composition of the scene. Men are often the active elements...

- Oh, I really want to be an Amerindian to fall in love with that Apache... But what use is to fall in love if I can not... deeply love...

- Keep calm, my friend. The solution is at your hand... - I said so, but poor Benedicto did not catch the idea...

I continued, in order to wake her up from his state of dismay. Other areas of the culture industry, however, had a much more daring approach - like the comics, and the unforgettable Bionda:

- It is much for me today, Mariane... I really must rest for a while...

What you have done, Madame du Barry?

I think Madame du Barry's spirit has played tricks on my, because I have been thinking in decapitation since the last posts. Oh, gosh, what a disgusting matter... However, since it has been hauting me, the best way of getting rid of it is to speak about it.

Well, once I am a philosopher by nature, lol, I intuit that beheading in catfight and female wrestling is related to... hair pulling! Oh, I guess that beheading is an unequivocal way to show that there is a real winner and a ultimate loser. It is a radical way to show it, it must be said. Since ancient times, a dead loser is a decapitated one. Perseus ans Maedusa prove it!

"Hey there", it seems that Perseus said, exposing Medusa's head - and his lovely dicky bird and beans bag -, "that bitch is really defeated and dead! I am simply the best!"

I am willing to bet that in all civilisations beheading the enemy is a kind of ritual . Even in the most unknown ones... We can see on the right side, for example, a female warrior in Africa holding her male head trophy... Well, well, well, I would really like to see a real ancient war between two female armies, however I am certain that a lot of head trophies would have appear after it, because, for women, happiness is a warm... gun?... Well, is a warm humiliation! It must be said, however: death was a good relief for the humiliated losers. After all, without consciousness, there is no feelings, meanings and all. The winner, nevertheless, were very pleased to humiliate the mere image of their foes... 

And although there was not battles between female armies to search for, the comics can show us the paradigmatic image of conquering: here we can appreciate the lovely Wonder Woman defeating and beheading hot Mera...

Let's see more of the gentle exchange of lovely gestures...

And this is the way children are introduced to our basic instincts, in which cruelty and sexuality are well mixed up. Oh, it is better than Peppa Pig and other politically correct disgusting stuff. And it is not strange or surprising that there was a man (an Aquaman, lol) between the hotties. Sex is live and death!

Uh, and where is the connexion between beheading and hair pulling? It is in the act of holding and showing the victim's head, of course. I am very tired, so I will comment this in the next post. Before that, let's enjoy a good hair pulling: "Hey there: I really defeated the bitch!"

Oh, gosh, the winner's expression is quasi-orgastic... And she has the bitch's top as an additional trophy... uhhhhhhhhhhhh... Let´s have a shower... 

"Back to where you once belonged"

The High Tutor ordered, as soon as he learned about the escape, the capture of the two fugitives. The High Defensor of Psing-pour drew upon himself the responsability for the capture. He and his faithful squire took, in the main harbour, the fastest sailing friged, driven also by the rowing of fifty galley prisoners. The ship was permanently ready for warfare, and headed immediately for a natural rocky harbour near the connection between the mainland and the sandbank.
Meanwhile, the town harbour was kept under strict vigilance, in the case of an eventual return of the fugitives by that way.
The strong favourable wind and the whippings on the back of the prisoners made it possible to reach the natural rocky harbour twenty hours after departing. Through a large special plank, the High Defensor and his squire disembarked. The High Defensor mounted on a stupendous and huge horse, second to none in the skill of swimming through troubled waters.
The High Defensor and his squire, then, came into the sandbank at the very moment when the blonde fugitive was reprimanding her naked and beaten companion.

The two men soon found the weakened brunette. They recovered her, giving her water and food and, without any menaces, she told them all she knew, including the route of the remaining fugitive.
The High Defensor ordered his squire to seek immediately the blonde.
- Go and capture her. Go to the opposite point of the sandbank and make light signals in order to the town people send you a boat.
The squire went out and the couple (and the spectacular horse) stayed for rest during the night, in order to cross the ford in the early morning. In the middle of the cold night, the lovely brunette meekly asked for a cuddle, as she needed to be warmed. The High Defensor undressed himself and satisfied her prisoner.
The repeated acts of sex were a natural consequence... And love too.

The High Defensor fell in love actually, as did the captive girl. Nevertheless, he was an earnest and honourable member of the kingdom and had to keep apart love and state affairs. In the early morning, he put her prisoner on the croup of the horse and crossed the ford, which, ironically, was quite dry...
In the ship, the poor girl made the trip tied to a pole by the feet and with the hands tied in front of her - as ruled by the judicial code of Psing-pour. When they disembarked in the main harbour, the High Defensor knot the end of a rope around the girl's neck and attached the other end to the bridle. Then, he humiliated the beautiful prisoner, compelling her to march with the head blow at the head the procession that led her to the triumphal entry into the town.

The triumphal entry happened almost concomitantly with the equally humiliating blonde's arrival, which is a matter for another brief report.
After reaching the middle of the sandbank, the squire lost the traces of the fugitive. He was a very experimented man, who was able to find a mosquito in the dark with no lamp. Well, he had the means to make light, this was not the problem. The real problem was the intelligence of the fugitive blonde. Feeling she was about to be caught, she courageously went to the sea and swam a lot along the sandy strip. She managed to swim hundred of meters up and sidestream, having her shoes appropriately tied to her belly by the shoelaces (being she barefoot, the state of her feet would go badly and she could not walk fast). She was very strong and the labour in the mine had strengthened her muscles a lot.
She decided to stop swimming when she felt her forces going out. She had to reserve them to run to the ford and try to cross it. And then she did, arriving there few moments latter the departure of the High Defensor and the other captive.
She felt so happy seeing the ford almost dry! She seated for a while to take breath and go on, just at the right moment the squire, who had intuited the fugitives's maneuver, appeared in the distance. She tried to flee, but she was easily caught, due to her state of weakness.
The squire recovered her with water and food, put the remaining shreds of her clothes off, and tied her:
- We are going to rest a lot. Sleep tight, because we have to cross the entire sandbank. We are going in a couple of hours.
The blonde had no options but obey.
She pleaded him to keep her shoes on. Notwithstanding the strict code of justice ordered that prisoners should be kept stark naked, the squire took pity of that beautiful girl and stated:
- Ok. In this sandbank, I am the state: go on.
The idea of concentrate power made some stir in the squire's ego. Sometimes he addressed the blonde some humiliating jokes regarding her state, besides spurring her, by pricking her naked buttocks with a long piece of wood, of which end he had sharpened to use as a spear.

All of these humiliations infuriated the blonde, who noticed the joy of the squire in being the head and master of the sandbank. When they arrived to a spot to rest, she told him without any false voice tone:
- I am very horny. I must make sex with you.
The squire replied:
- No problem. Let's make it.
- I am tied - replied the girl - You must untie me...
The intelligent squire, perceiving the trick maneuver, added:
- Well, let's take these shoes off at first...
The blonde smiled at him and offered the feet to the squire, who undid the shoelaces and removed the shoes from the girl. Afterwards, he approached the sea and, with a move worthy to be in the Olympic Games, threw the shoes at distance into the sea...
The blonde went mad and cursed him...
- Oh, darling, do you want to be untied, uh? - and rapidly he cut the ropes, put her on his knees and gave her a splendid spanking.

The spanking made her really horny, and, against her initial purposes, she made sex with the squire and cummed like a doe...
Completely beaten and humiliated by the squire, she meekly got attached to a yoke, that the squire took from his sack of provisions and tools:
- Now that there is no rope and hope, you will have do wear a luxury necklace, hahahaha... - and she had to go on barefoot and in stocks...

After a pause for rest and another good amount of sex and humiliating cummings, they came back to the town. There was no need of light signals: the raft stolen by the girl had remained grounded in the sand. To an additional humiliation to the blonde, the squire tied her in a standing position against the raft pole, and this way, they triumphally reached the harbour, cheered by the public.

Her companion of crimes was awaiting for her in the docks. Both of them had their hands tied to a thick and large piece of wood on their upper backs and they were led to the presence of the High Tutor, in order to be sentenced.

Poor lovely girls... From the morning to the afternoon, they awaited for the sentence in a kind of pillory. They were chained and sustained only by a sharp piece against their privates. The unfortunate prisoners had to work hard her biceps in order to avoid worst damages on those tender and pretty areas... And a sharp rod tortured them all times they tended to lean against the pole, what obliged them to keep their back forward! 

The poor girls had already suffered galore when the High Tutor came into scene and proclaimed the sentence. The brunette girl was sentenced to be hung by the left wrist for seven times, for seven minutes each session, with a gap of seven minutes between each one. The first hangings deserved applause and ovation of the audience, once the disgraced girl struggled in vain, screaming in pain, and opened several times her legs to a full displaying of her privates to the audience. In the last sessions, she was so annihilated that she passed out during the hanging.

She was also convicted to an extra year of sentence time in the mines...
The blonde girl, as the leader, deserved a permanent branding mark on his right buttock. She was led to a room, where two female serveants of the state unmerciful and efficiently complied with the order.

She was also convicted to two additional years in the sentence time in the mines...

A brand new issue

I have forgotten to say in the prior post that the last punishment of the beautiful young thief was a branding in her right butt-cheek. It turned out that the semi-tamed bandit tried to escape, after three months of prison and forced naked labour. To her humiliation, she was caught in the fleeing by the same sheriff, who was, nevertheless, really sorry about her beautiful prisoner's fate:

- You are so pretty and kind. Nobody would guess that inside you lives an outlaw. So, I will propose you two alternatives for your paying for your fault. Number one: you will work an extra year in the mine; or, number two, I will brand your right buttock with the date of your liberty.

The valiant poor girl chose the last alternative and faced the red-hot iron courageously, bearing afterwards with unforgettable elegance his new mark of shame. Let's republish the pic...

The sheriff's attitude served as an example to a young cowboy, who witnessed the triumphal - to the sheriff - and humiliating - to the cute blonde thief - entry into the village, as well the subsequent humiliation of the young outlaw in the stocks. Afterwards, he learnt about the sentence of forced naked labour, as well the branding punishment of the poor criminal.

The young cowboy lived alone in his ranch, in the very middle of a scarcely inhabited land. Recently, his cattle have been stolen by a mysterious bandit. One head of cattle one day, one head of cattle another day... Oh, gosh, the continuous stealing really infuriated the young cowboy, who decided went into the field in order to catch and punish the thief.

After one week of searching and seeking, he eventually came to the thief's shelter, a close spot of his own ranch. To his utter surprise, the bandit was a beautiful mestiza girl, who shot towards him. Nonetheless, she was a very bad shooter and the young man had no problem in disarming the fragile bandit girl. He hammerlocked her and, fascinated by her beauty, put her on his knees, took her pants off, lowered her panties and inflicted her a hard spanking that led the poor girl to tears.

Afterwards, he put her on her stomach on a log, tied her spread limbs and shredded her shirt. The unfortunate girl was, this way, almost naked, what made his plans easy to go right. He heated his livestock branding iron until it was red-hot and unmercifully inscribed his badge onto the beautiful mestiza's right buttock.

The brave girl endured the pain and swallowed her tears. That night he slept al fresco and she, poor thing, took a more warm rest, tied on the log... The day after, he prepared the cattle drive and the prisoner, who he disrobed stark naked. Having not a prope yoke to which he could bind his prisoner, he tied her hands to a relatively long and thick piece of wood, compelling her to carry it upon his shoulders and neck. Then, they headed towards the cowboy's ranch.

- You will pay back for your crimes, darling - sentenced the cowboy. In his ranch, there was no sheriff: the law and the justice were represented by him.

The poor beautiful mestiza girl was obliged to work for the cowboy, tied sometimes and stark naked always, for a period of time he determined as fair. She dealt with domestic service and agriculture, not with cattle...

During the captivity period the loneliness of the raunch was a catalizer to make the attraction between the cowboy and her prisoner grow up. They ended up making sex everyday. His favourite position was the elephant's one. He used to caress her branding mark in the right buttock while fucking...

"O, I wish I was in Dixie! Hooray! Hooray!"

Oh, I woke up today in a too submissive mood. It is not my normal state. Nevertheless, laissez passer. The prior post made me reemerge an old fascination by captivity, in a lot of its forms. I think that the first time I felt aroused by an image of captivity, I became depressed, until I understand that I was dealing with my mysterious inner desires and not with my principles of life. After all, I am sincerely a radical adherent to non-violence.

One of the best pic that I have been collecting depicts a kind of sheriff, in the old Dixie Land or somewhere like, pulling a beautiful blonde girl by a rope tied around her neck. The hot babe is tied, with arms behind her back (indispensable feature for me) and has chains around the ankles (unnecessary for me).

I remember that my boyfriend got really struck by the pic. We fantasized a lot making up a story to the image. The plot summary was very simple: the sheriff of a town in the old Dixie land decides to put an end to a series of stealings perpetrated by a young beautiful blonde thief. He goes into the field and captures the villainess after discovering her hideout. He punishes her with a severe beatdown, strips her stark naked and put her on display all tied up, making her march by the land road towards the village, where he put her in the stocks. After a good whipping, she remains on display for one day for all appreciate her humiliation.

She is sentenced by the sheriff, who held all the power in that distant village, to forced labour in the local mine, where he worked in the nude hard for one year, in order to pay for her crimes and prove she was, from then onwards, a good girl...

The plot summary is really very simple. The scenes performed by me and my boyfriend based upon it... not...