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[Fixer] Let the Games Begin.

They gathered at the club for the latest girl that would be gang banged by both men and women, after being dragged off the street....

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[Fixer] What Am I Bid..?

Come on Ladies and Gentlemen, what am I bid for this fine specimen..? Look at those firm, round tits, slender legs, who will bid 5000..?

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[Fixer] Change of Mind

Having pulled her panties down, and about to strike, he thought, "I'm sure I can do something better with that ass.."

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[Fixer] The Show

Almost ready, just let me set the camera up....

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[Fixer] Winner Takes All

 

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[Bazzell] You're Next Sweetheart

I thought I'd give my Muse a well earned rest.

I hadn't planned anything special, honey, but what could it be? The answer to the question is: Something very satisfactory for me and our readers, but nothing good for you.​

Let the record show that the idea was given to me by your priest confessor who is leaving the dungeon.
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[Bazzell] Happy Birthday, Darling!

In her most elegant hand script she wrote on the birthday card:

”Meet me in the study at 10 o'clock for a special birthday treat from your loving wife:
Hermione.
X“

Well, Hobson deserved it, thought Hermione Hobson-Dawlish. She had paid a small fortune for the girl, who came highly recommended for her discretion, skills, submissive nature and strong pain threshold. Hermione got on beautifully with her straight away, and like sisters they had both excitedly enjoyed getting dressed up for Hobson's treat, trying on various outfits from her kinky wardrobe, wigs, make-up and drinking a little champagne to oil their performance. Hermione had considered wrapping her in decorative paper and pretty ribbons as a birthday present, but she decided that was too much of a cliché and opted for the grand entrance instead.

When Hermione opened the doors to the study and they slowly began their entrance she was not surprised to find her husband sitting in the chair waiting for her with his cock fully prepped and and loaded. She was immensely pleased with the shocked look of surprise on his ruggedly handsome face, which was quickly followed by delight as he watched his present slowly crawl towards him. Hermione's heart glowed with a wonderful warm feeling as she gave some encouraging swats to the girl's pretty bum. Hobson deserved this treat, after all, being the manager of a highly prestigious and private BDSM club, he could never personally indulge in any of the fun and games therein, but he was gracious enough not to object to his new wife's continued participation, and this was one of Hermione's little ways of making sure he didn't feel left out.

“Happy birthday, darling!”

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[Bazzell] Tallulah Tops Breaks In A New Slave

Breaking in a new sex slave is the greatest pleasure of all for Tallulah Tops. Every slave was a different challenge to her, each calling for various methods, and this voluptuous blonde bundle of sensitive flesh was a fascinating puzzle to solve: rather like breaking a wilful horse in Tallulah's estimation, but one which has a charming spiritedness that Tallulah is concerned not to beat out of her entirely...

“Oh come on now, Pumpkin! Did you really think that becoming my love slave would be a blissful bed of roses? Where there's yin there must be yang, pain and pleasure, la di da di da! Pain defines pleasure, my dear, it enhances it. You'll see, and you'll thank me.”
- Silence -
“Now then, how about making a little noise for me? No one can hear you down here you know? Feel free to scream your head off.
- Silence -
- Thwack! -
- Silence -
I do hope you're not going to sulk through your entire punishment, Pumpkin? ”
- Silence -
“Oh come on, what's the matter? Are you still mad at your mistress? Do you think me cruel? Heartless? Tell me how you feel? Come my little Pumpkin, won't you forgive me? Hugs?”

 

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[Bazzell] Tallulah Tops Tough Love.

“Yesssss Pumpkin, mistress loves her slave, even when she's been very naughty! Well, of course she does, and mistress loves snuggling with her little Pumpkin too, yessss she does.”
- Kisses - wet slurping noises -
“And now that you've taken your punishment, as a special treat, I'm going to fuck you with the No5 strap-on, and then I'll let you lick my pussy for an hour before I put you away for the night. You'll like that, won't you Pumpkin?”
- Silence - apart from some rather charming gasps and whimpers -
“You WILL like that, won't you, Pumpkin.”
- “Ye...es, mist...ress.” -
“Fine then! You know Pumpkin, sometimes you can be an ungrateful little bitch. I mean, being my slave isn't hard work is it? I don't force you to pick cotton, or build pyramids, do I? And look at what I give you here: personal preening and pampering, fine wine and healthy food in your bowl, warm rent free accommodation, a clean cell, the finest torture equipment and a constant stream of orgasms!? What more do you want?”
- “Noth...ing, mist...ress.” -
“No, I'm not sure... Judging by your attitude and behaviour I think you really want another twenty lashes?
- “No... mist...ress, I'm fine th...ank you. Very grate...ful, for ev..ery...thing.” -
All right then, I can take a hint! Another twenty lashes it is! Really Pumpkin, I think you're probably the most demanding slave I ever had!”

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[Bazzell] Tallulah Tops: The Art Of The Whip

I could have been a ballerina, you know? When I was a young girl my mother wanted me to go to dance school so badly, but I all I wanted to be was a porn star. Mummy said I had the grace of a butterfly: you must have noticed my graceful movement, Pumpkin?
- Yes mistress. -
Thhhhhhhwaaaack!
- I HAVE! I HAVE NOTICED! -
Yes, well, you may have noticed that I frequently use this natural grace when I whip you. I've often thought that it's rather like we're both dancers of a kind: you're more like the static dying swan type, and I'm like a flitting hawk, swooping down for a graceful peck at my prey.
Thhhhhhwaaaaaaaaaack!
- AAAAGGGGHHHHWWWWCCCHHH! I wish you'd flit off and peck someone else for while! -
Oh, now you see! This is typical of how you provoke me, Pumpkin. Any other arse sucking pussy slave would take her whacks and jolly well keep her mouth shut, but not you! You know it will only make me hurt you more, but still you feel that you must give me your naughty back-chat. You are an impertinent, rebellious, little snatch slave, Pumpkin, AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT!
Thhhhhhhwaaaack!

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[Bazzell] Tallulah Tops: Pumpkin's Reward

Yeeessss, mistress knows just what her little Pumpkin likes, doesn't she, Pummy?
-Yes mis...tress -
Smooth, languorously slow, long strokes for a little while, and then... HARD...FAST...DEEP...PENETRATING... WOMB DEVOURING... EXPLOSIONS!
- OHHHHHHGGGGGOHHHDDD! ... MISTRESS! ... I LOVE YOU! -
Well of course Pumpkin loves her mistress. What's not to love?

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[Bazzell] Chloe's Dark Mistress

“Your back is all done, little pig! Now I'll do your front!”
Yet another shuddering orgasm rampaged through Chloe's loins at the sound of her dark mistress' erotic words and their implication. They meant pain; the shocking pain of the whip, and the release of yet more lovely soul-shredding orgasms.
“Have you just cum without permission, slave?”
“Yes mistress. Sorry mistress... AAAwwwch!” Her mistress had spitefully pinched her nipple and was grinding the sensitive flesh against the nipple ring within. Chloe put on her most pathetic face, wordlessly imploring her mistress to stop, but the agonising nipple grinding continued as the dark beauty spoke.
“I don't like it when you enjoy my punishments, slave.” said she, evilly. “It makes me want to hurt you more.”
Chloe may well have kept her dignity during the whipping if her mistress hadn't impaled her on this huge horse-sized dildo, and both slave and mistress knew that it was unreasonable to expect her to dance under the whip and not to cum in rivers with that great thing up her. But Chloe loved her mistress when she was being unreasonable. She loved the dildo too really, it felt good inside her, but it was a little too long for comfort and she had to keep on tip-toes to avoid the feeling that it was about to burst into her belly. Unfortunately, it was virtually impossible to balance on her toes while being whipped by an enthusiastic goddess of pain and humiliation. But that was undoubtedly all part of her mistress' cruel plan. But Chloe loved her mistress when she was being cruel to her. Chloe sighed as her nipple was released by those reluctant fingers.
“Right then, pig! Back to work!” said her dark destroyer, cheerfully. “Attention! Eyes front! Tits out! And there'll be no cumming without my express permission, or it'll be a night on the rack for you my girl!

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[Bazzell] Song Bird

What's this? Has my song bird lost her sweet voice? Ah well, orgasms are nice, at first, but like all good things, after a time they can become a little wearisome. I'll tell you what, let's try you on the level 3 for ten minutes, perhaps that will restore your dulcet tones?
No more... Pleeease mistress...
Ah, you're back! Sing out then, my pretty pet. I like my house filled with bird song.

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[Bazzell] This Way, Silly!

“Welcome to my parlour, little fly. You know, Lulu, I only bring my favourite slaves down here. This is where the real fun happens.”
- I was so proud when you said I could wear the red shoes, mistress! But I'm worried the other girls will get even more jealous of me? -
“Don't worry, honey lamb. Now that you wear the red shoes you are in a position of authority and respect in the mansion, and those little bitches will back off.”
- What are we going to do down here, mistress? -
“I just told you, we're going to have lots of fun together. We can really let our hair down in this place. No one can disturb us and we can make as much noise and as much mess as we like. We're here, Lulu. Mind this last step! I don't want you to hurt yourself, that's my job!”
- Oh my... I'm so hot for you, mistress! -
“And I'm melting for you, Lulu. My pussy's calling your name.
- Oh mistress, you're so bad! -
“This way, silly.”

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[Bazzell] Here's A Pretty Thing!

“Well my friends, here's a pretty thing!”
And so it was with immense pleasure and great expectation that Monica Demonica unveiled her new acquisition to her old friends, Momma Pain, Tallulah Tops and the Marquissa De Sade, who all applauded with delight as they feasted their eyes on “The New Skin.” And what lovely new skin it was too.
As with all the “serving girls” in Monica's mansion this new girl Lulu had naturally become her “favourite,” which had, as night follows day, inevitably exposed the poor lamb to the petty jealousies and spitefulness of Monica's other maids, or “slaves,” as she preferred to call them. Any girl who shared her mistress' bed a little too often would suffer the outrage of having her work sabotaged by the other little minxes, and Monica knew all too well that this was indeed what had happened to poor Lulu, and after only one week in the mansion too! Monica had to smile to herself, for if those little bitches hadn't got to her first, then she would have had to invent an reason to punish the Lulu herself, but it was so much more enjoyable to have the excuse she needed to indulge her sadism presented to her, rather than have to work it though guile.
“Lulu, tell your mistress' guests why you need to be disciplined tonight.” said Monica.
“My mistress' bed was not turned down, her wardrobe was untidy and her shoes were all mixed up.” The trembling maid confessed, but she breathlessly added: “ But I'm sure I'd done all those chores properly and I don't know how the room got like that!”
This brought forth some over-acted dramatic gasps of shocked disapproval from the smiling guests and various suggestions of harsh corrective regimes.
“So, not only does she perform her duties badly, but she then tries to lay blame elsewhere.” said Monica, finding it difficult to act disappointed while the juices of sexual excitement stirred in her loins. “Ladies, I think we have our work cut out for us with this one! So let's roll up our sleeves and get cracking, shall we?”

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[Bazzell] The Good Slave

You've been a good little slave Rosy, you've successfully committed the Articles of Thraldom to memory, you keep yourself looking pretty, and applied yourself to your duties well, and as a reward I've decided to allow you to enjoy a few orgasms, so don't you ever say that your mistress is never kind to you.
Oh no mistress, I never would, thank you mistress.
There you are, slave, try this one on for size?
Hmmmmmmm.
You're not making much noise, are you? Is it big enough for you?
Oh yes mistress, it's nice.
Nice?
Oh... Oh.. Yes... It's lovely.
Lovely? Would you like me to pump it faster? Like this?
Ohhhh, yes that fine, thank you.
Fine?!!! Perhaps you'd like a bigger one? Let's see, this is a number five, but I think you'll be happier with the a number one... The Bitch Buster!
Oh no mistress, this one is just perfect, it's great! It's wonderful! Honest, it is! It's fantastic!!!
Nonsense, it'll only take me a minute to strap on the good old Bitch Buster! You'll love it!
Oh... yes... I suppose I will... Thank you, mistress.
Well slave, isn't he a beauty! And with a generous amount of Lubricunt I think we can wrestle it into you without too much effort, and I'm quite sure you'll be much more vocally responsive.
I'm sure I will, mistress. Oh my... Perhaps it might be best if you put my gag in?
We'll see, slave. I don't object to a little screaming.

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[Bazzell] Butterfly

“How like a pretty pinned butterfly you are, slave.” Observed Monica Demonica as she took a brief respite from her exertions.
“I'm not pretty, mistress.” replied her rapidly breathing victim. “I'm a fat blob, a bad girl, a filthy scank! And I deserved to be punished! Beat me mistress!”
“Nonsense! You're a lovely fleshy trollop, a “comely wench,” as they used to say, and you're a joy to punish.”
“Whip me mistress! Torture me! Rend my flesh! Tear out my still-beating-heart, it is yours to do with as you will!”
“You're quite a romantic, aren't you, slave?” said Monica, smiling. She wondered at the amount of pulp fiction this girl must have read. “Thank you for the kind offer, but I think I'll let you keep your heart, you'll need it if you're to suffer as you deserve.”
“Oghhhhhhhh!” The slave moaned as she digested her mistress' words and she shivered with delicious expectation.
Monica worked up quite a sweat while whipping her butterfly. She had to admit to herself that during this warm weather spell her choice of outfit wasn't really the thing for hard physical work. But Monica always liked to look and feel sexy, and besides, her slaves would be disappointed if their mistress turned up for work in a more practical outfit. A dominatrix always has her image to consider.
Just then Monica's close friend Charlotte de Harlotte returned from rummaging in the playroom's toy box. Charlotte had taken her time searching for an appropriate torture tool and Monica, who was never good at waiting, had started without her. But she could forgive her friend almost anything, she enjoyed her company immensely and had done so since their schooldays at St Trinian's, a boarding school where they were both very popular and where many girls had fallen in love with them. “Trinies” had proven to be a great training ground for Monica and Charlotte's subsequent lives as dominatrixes. They had tried “dom-ing” each other once or twice, but neither could take the other seriously. While Charlotte was a brutal dom, she was also a very kind and considerate friend, and she was always good for a laugh in the dungeon. Monica loved her dearly.
“Warm work, Monica?” observed Charlotte as she massaged lubricant onto the massive vibrator she had chosen to tickle the bitch with.
“Yes. This one is an insatiable pain slut: she's absolutely riddled with Catholic Guilt and all that. She says she needs to be punished because she has sinful thoughts about licking my pussy.”
“Don't we all, darling? Listen sweetie pie, why don't you rest your whip arm for a bit? I'll take over and you can change her vibrator, this number 6 should get her screaming.”
“All right, thank you, darling. By the way, her safe word is “Redemption,” but she doesn't seem keen to use it, so don't hold back.”
“I won't.”

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[Bazzell] Gimpi- (001>005) An Introduction to My Muse

Author's introduction::

As the title says, she is my muse - as they used to say back in the old days. In other words, she ticks all my boxes, but I hope you like her too.

Backstory: Her name is Claire, and this will be the beginning of a long pictorial series portraying the many BDSM adventures she enjoys with her husband and master, Jack. They’ve been married for 3 years, and his affectionate pet name for her is Gimpi, or when he is annoyed at her - Gimp! She is a 25 years old drama student - currently unemployed. Jack is 30 years old and a wealthy businessman. They are both English and living in London.

I have decided not to give them any dialogue as I think speech bubbles spoil the look of a render, and I like the challenge of telling a story without them, but if you are anything like me then you probably cannot be bothered to read them anyway.

The story begins with a tragic wrong turn in their marriage, which Gimpi is determined to repair.

 

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[Bazzell] Gimpi- (006>009)

 

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[Bazzell] Gimpi- (010>013)