Posted by rache on March 04, 2004 at 21:18:21:
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Warning - This story contains: Graphic Consensual and Non-consensual BDSM Themes involving Lesbianism, Fisting, CBT, Castration, Cannibalism, Bangkok Sex Shows, GS, Chopsticks, Body Modification, and FF/F Snuff
And my favorite: Total apathy for other people as anything but devices to be used.
Obligatory poem:
Round yon fields did we dance
And forfeit our regard
Of virtue over vanity
Beneath the heavens starred – rr.
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Spring Break Diary
Fiction by rache
Note: If you’re not over 18, don’t read this diary. Now that I’m sure you will, I at least will sleep blameless, having done my moral duty to protect our children. Later I am going to my favorite club in Makati to find a little dyke girl I can exploit mercilessly to make up for my moral behavior just now. All of the characters in this diary may be presumed to be over 18, unless otherwise indicated, although I have used the terms ‘little’ and ‘girl’ liberally, just as I do in real life. If this diary is not what you wanted or expected, do not complain to the management, complain to me. But it never does any good…I just wrote it; you read it.
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Dear Diary, It’s New Years already and I still haven’t decided what I want to do for spring break this March. Donna wants us all to go to Cancun again, but we did that last year and it was okay, but just not great for me. And if Shirley and Jenna both come there’s going to be trouble because of that thing with Randy. What a couple of cunts, they deserved him anyway. But don’t tell anyone I said that, Diary, okay? Oh, by the way, that cute girl in my psych class was smiling at me today! I don’t know what that means, but let’s hope huh? Tomorrow I’m going to say something terribly clever! Night Diary.
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Dear Diary, Her name is Susan! Bet you didn’t think I’d do it, huh? Ha ha! Well I did, she was smiling and tapping her lips with her pen while we were waiting for the prof and I just slid right over and said, “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Heh! Yeah right! Nah, I just said hi like I was a normal person. But we sat together during lunch. She’s pre-med, 21 and totally unattached! Sweet! What do you think Diary? Don’t I deserve a break?
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Dear Diary, Just got back from my big date! Wow! …Is it too soon for love? We went to see a movie and I was sitting there trying to be cool when Susan’s knee started rubbing mine. I was like mmmm…ok is that an accident or is she trying to tell me something. I rubbed mine back a little and pretty soon she just reached over to hold my hand. I forgot to breathe, Diary, I swear! And then she gave me a little squeeze and smiled at me and I just went like…mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Dear Diary, 45 minutes on the phone with Donna. Yuck! Everybody wants to go back to Mexico. I told her I’d think about it. I’m going to find out what Susan is doing for break; that might be interesting. I’m zonked, diary, night.
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Dear Diary, I asked Susan today what she was planning for her vacation, she didn’t know yet. She asked what I was doing and I got totally bold and said I didn’t care as long as it wasn’t too far from her. I thought she’d laugh or something, but you know what, Diary? She leaned over and whispered, “I want to fuck you hard, girl.” Can you believe that? I about creamed my panties right there in class! How will I sleep now???
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Dear Diary, Susan is fucked up dope! Oh my god, Diary, you wouldn’t believe the things she did to yours truly! She had her freaking arm in my pussy up to her elbow, I thought she was killing me but it felt so…intense! I never ever thought I’d be a fist freak but now, oh shit! And grind? Huh, Diary? Did you just ask if the girl could grind? She rode my cunt like a pony! Her clit is like mine, small and shy at first, but once it’s going…watch out! You could cut glass with that thing!!
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Dear Diary, I guess you noticed some changes around here, eh? Susan finally got all her stuff moved in today, not that there was much anyway, which is good since our place is so small. I confess it’s weird that she’s moving in after just a couple weeks of us being together, this is so unlike me! Isn’t it? Right? I really do think I’m in love with her, but ‘think’ is a big big word and the university is so far away from Smallville, you know? What if I’m messing up, huh? She’s so nice and everything but sometimes I think there’s something else…hard…underneath. Like if I ever said ‘no’ to her… well, you know Diary, I never say no to anyone… God! You’re supposed to be making me tough, remember? Why do I write you all this then? Never mind Diary dear, its just bullshit…I’m happy Susan is here, honestly, I’m just nervous. I never had a roommate before. Except you.
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Dear Diary, Do you think I’m a ‘Little Girl’ or something? Susan started calling me her ‘little girl’ and the way she says it, it’s like she’s…I don’t know…possessive? Something, it’s weird. She told me last night while I was going down on her, which I do more and more by the way, but I don’t really mind! At all! Anyway, she said if I was going to be her little girl I should look like one. I shaved my pussy for her, not just trimmed either, I mean baby smooth bald now. And she put my hair in pigtails; I swear I look 14 or maybe 12 again. But it turned her on big time; she got her strap-on out, not the little one either, Diary. She got that big one and really made me cry with it. God that woman can fuck me up!
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Dear Diary, Susan wants to tie me up. Or down, however you like to say it. I don’t know about this though, I told her I’d think about it and she got a little frown, like she does. She just wants to play a little. What do you think? She told me she’s done it before, when she was in high school with her first girlfriend and they loved it, but I’ve never done anything like that. I’m going to have to think some more, since you’re not helping, Diary! Ha ha!
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Dear Diary, We did it today, I let Susan tie me up and it wasn’t so bad at all. It was like being totally teased for a couple of hours, a little uncomfortable, but it didn’t really hurt. We just did it on the bed, but Susan said she wants to suspend me sometime too, whatever that is. I guess like hanging from the ceiling, but I don’t think we could do that in our apartment.
Anyway, she tied me spread eagle on my back at first and did whatever she wanted to me, just with her fingers and mouth, and a couple of toys. It was seriously good not being able to respond like I wanted to. A big tease, as I said before. Then she got me on my knees with my hands behind my back. Oh you should have seen it. Diary, I didn’t even know you could tie someone like she did me. My legs were tied, like around my thighs and shins, so I couldn’t straighten my legs if I wanted too. And little cords pulled my knees apart as far as they could go, that was uncomfortable, like I said.
I stayed like that while she fisted me again from behind, a little rough too! I’m still pretty sore, but it felt amazing being stretched like that. I wish you could have seen it. I really need to get some sleep now, Diary. Good night.
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Dear Diary. Everytime we have sex, Susan just wants to tie me up now. It’s fun sometimes, but not always! Jeez! I tried telling her but she didn’t really hear me and now she uses a gag on me sometimes, so I can’t tell her to stop even if I wanted to. Did you see those parallel bars thing she got? The ones I didn’t know what they were for? Well, Diary, now I know. She tied me to them tonight, the lower one goes right behind my knees, and then she ties my ankles to my thighs so it’ll stay in place. Same thing for my elbows. She pulls my arms back and bends them down and forward, tying my wrists to my biceps. That hurts, actually, but it goes away after a little while. Then the whole thing rocks back, lifting me off the floor so I’m hanging there suspended by the two steel bars behind me.
Like I said, that hurt a little at first and my arms especially got numb quickly, but she gagged me so I couldn’t say anything. What was worse though was that she didn’t even touch me after that, she just fingered herself and looked at me for like an hour and then finally came over and took off my gag so I could eat her until she came. The unbelievable thing though, dearest Diary, was that after she untied me I was so grateful I ate her again, for more than an hour. She didn’t even so much as kiss me all night. I don’t know why, but I think I love her more than ever.
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Dear Diary, Well, it’s official! I’m pierced. I don’t know about all that stuff Susan says about her owning me now. I think she just likes to play those kinds of games, but I do feel different somehow. No, Diary, not just physically either! I mean emotionally too.
She took me to that little tattoo place; Huey’s…have you heard of it? Anyway I expected some fat greasy guy and it turns out this Huey person is a woman! She looked like she just got out of prison, that’s true, but she was nice enough. And clean too, God! Like my doctor couldn’t learn from her. Anyway, she did my nipples, both of my labia 3 times each and the hood of my clit. It hurt some, but not too bad, they’re good-sized rings too, real silver and permanent. I didn’t know about that part until Huey used this soldering gun thing to like weld them or something…that hurt, Diary! Shit, it was burning hot, but just for a second. It cost me 180 bucks, even with the discount…Susan never pays for anything! Ever notice that?
Anyway, afterwards Huey, who’s like 35 and not bad looking, just tattooed all over, leaned back and took off her jeans. Susan laughed at me cause I had no clue, then she pushed my face right into that other woman’s bush. It wasn’t bad, but it embarrassed the hell out of me, sucking off some strange girl like that. But it made Susan happy, so I guess that’s all that matters.
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Dear Diary, Susan has me on a short leash these days, ha ha! That’s kind of a joke, but I guess you know that. She likes to keep me topless around the apartment since my nipples are chained together now; she says it looks sexy! Big smile! And thinks we ought to make the chain permanent too. But she also likes to yank me around by my nipples using that little doggie leash. It hurts a lot at first, but the crazy thing is they start getting really hot and then it feels good. I like it. My nipples feel like 3 times bigger than normal all the time now, even just sitting in class or trying to sleep at night. I’m still not used to those rings.
And the ones in my pussy, well Susan has started using weights on them; she told me I look sexy with my lips being stretched. She ties my hands behind my back and runs a longer chain from my nipples through a hook in the ceiling, she pulls it pretty tight too, so my boobs are pulled way up and pointing like cones at the ceiling. I have to stand on my toes just so it doesn’t totally feel like my tits are going to be ripped off. Then she puts the weights through the rings in my labia. She started light, with just a few grams and I barely noticed, but over the last few weeks she’s gotten me up to 24 ounces. A pound and a half! My lips are about 3 inches long now I bet. Susan told me when I can do 5 pounds easy she’ll start working on my clit. But that’s gonna kill me, Diary!
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Dear Diary, Donna called and asked why she hasn’t seen me lately. She asked if I’d decided about the Cancun thing because they were getting together for a travel package. I told her I wasn’t going and she sounded disappointed and I think she wanted to talk more, but Susan made me hang up the phone.
Susan is totally jealous of Donna, always asking me about her and my other friends. She whipped my tits yesterday because she said I wasn’t totally devoted to her and that hurt, Diary, because I am! I really am! I told her I’d do anything to prove it so today I had to call my father while Susan listened on the extension. I told him that I wanted to tell him I was gay and that I’d met another woman that I loved deeply and I hoped he’d understand. It was hard and I was almost crying since it came to my daddy like a bolt out of the blue, he didn’t deserve that. I told Susan she was cruel, but she just laughed and then she made real love to me for the first time in forever. I think I cried the whole time though, even when I was cumming.
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Dear Diary, Susan introduced me to bagging. Have you ever heard of that Diary? She had me tied up on the rack, the parallel bars, and she was using a vibrator on me, which was really really good…you have no idea, my friend! Anyhow, she was getting me into it when she pushed the vibe in my pussy deep and pulled this plastic bag out of nowhere and put it over my head! It surprised the hell out of me and all of a sudden I couldn’t breath, I’d just suck this plastic against my nose and mouth. I was cumming too like you wouldn’t believe and Susan just started fucking me with that dildo again, watching my face as I suffocated.
I felt like a fire had started in my lungs, seriously, they burned and I could feel them moving but there was nothing. Like something else was pushing against my chest from the outside. My head was pounding and I was really scared, fighting and trying to get free, but Susan just watched and I think she was getting off too. I was just about to pass out when she pulled it off my head and… Oh my god! Diary, you would not believe the rush I got from that sweet cool air! I came again right then, it was fantastic! We’re going to do it again. I know we will.
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Dear Diary, What do you think of Thailand? That’s where Susan wants to go for Spring Break. I asked her why and she told me it was the last place on Earth anyone would ever think of going. I said that maybe there was a reason for that. She laughed, but I know she’s serious about it. She was showing me an article she’d found about sex trips to Bangkok and how you could find and do anything you could ever imagine there. I asked her what she could imagine that she couldn’t do with me. She just told me that she didn’t want to hurt me. I think, I hope, that she was telling me she loves me. Do you think so too, Diary? I wonder sometimes what to believe and what not to, because I know she only tells me what she thinks I need to hear.
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Dear Diary, A strange strange day today. I was in my psych class, sitting next to Susan when a couple guys behind us started talking about us. Talking about what a pair of dykes we are, and laughing. Not loudly mind you, but it was obvious they wanted us to overhear them. One said it was a total waste since we were so hot. The other one said something about how we were lesbos just because we were afraid of men. It was so juvenile and it pissed me off.
Susan asked me, loud enough so they could hear, if I’d ever been with a guy. I told her I hadn’t and Susan said she hadn’t either. Then she turned around and said something like “Maybe you guys are right, and we’ve just never met the right men.” She said it nicely too, like she meant it.
One of them shut up, but the other one smiled back and held out his hand, introducing himself as Rick.
I ignored his hand but Susan took it saying, “Well Rick, would you like to show me and my girlfriend what we’ve been missing?”
And he was all over that! I just sat there wondering what the hell was going on, I have zero interest in finding out what I’m missing…especially with some retard like that! I don’t have much choice though, Rick’s coming over tomorrow night.
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Dear Diary, I know it’s been a couple days since I wrote. I’m sorry about that. But I’ve needed time to think about what happened. This guy Rick came over, presumably to have a little 3-way with Susan and I and teach us a lesson in heterosexual love…
We dressed up for him. Susan wore her long black hair down over her shoulders the way I like it. She had a little black miniskirt and a sheer black top, with no bra so her large breasts just begged to be worshipped, and just a black g-string underneath. She’s tall anyway, you know, almost 5’9” but when she put on her 3” pumps it was intimidating, even to me and I’ve seen her that way a lot. I was wearing that little Girl Scout uniform Susan loves. I’ve had it forever, but I never get tired of wearing it and I know people think it’s a huge turn-on for some reason. I just like it. I put my brown hair in a ponytail and put on some knee high white socks and a pair of white skechers. I didn’t wear a bra either and Susan made sure my top was almost completely unbuttoned so everytime I moved you could get a glimpse of my small breasts and dark hard nipples with their rings.
Rick was impressed, I’ll say that much, he was all smiles when he came through the door. About an hour later, my dearest Diary, he wasn’t smiling anymore. I was in the kitchen fixing some drinks when I heard him yelling. I went into the living room and found him sitting on the couch, well kind of sitting. His body was rigid and straight, with his heels on the carpet and his arms pushing up on the cushions of the sofa, and the back of his head against the wall. He had his pants down a little and Susan was squeezing his balls hard, pulling them upward like she might yank them right off.
“Ricky wanted me to put his dirty penis in my mouth.” She was smiling at him and talking to me. She pulled up harder on his balls and the poor guy shook his head, as if denying the thought had ever occurred to him. “Don’t fight me Ricky, or I’ll rip them right off.”
Susan told me to get her cord, which was a long nylon curtain cord she liked to use to tie me up sometimes. I did as I was told and tied it tightly around Rick’s balls while Susan pulled on them. I ran the cord through the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight as Susan got him off the sofa.
“Stand up now Ricky. Careful dear, wouldn’t want to lose anything now…”
I pulled the cord tighter and tighter until the man was standing on his toes with his scrotum pulled painfully upward by the thin rope. Rick still had his hands free and when Susan let go he tried to grab the cord over his head and ease the pressure on his testicles, but my first reaction was to pull hard, almost too hard, and Rick screamed as I nearly lifted the poor man off the floor by his balls. I couldn’t really do that of course, but it felt like it.
“Don’t do that again, Ricky, my little girl has a mean streak.” She smiled at me.
Susan tied Rick’s hands behind his back and gagged him, then she told him to lift one foot behind him, and Susan then tied off the cord around his ankle. If he kept his leg up his balls were alright, if he tried to put his leg down…ooops! That was gonna hurt.
We spent two hours playing with Ricky like that and I was amazed at his stamina. Try standing on one leg for two hours sometime! Okay, Diary, now try it while someone is abusing you mercilessly…not so easy is it? Yep, Rick was a stud, or maybe he just really liked his balls! Ha ha!
It was the first time I’d ever touched a penis before and it surprised me how soft it was, not hard at all. Susan suggested I punish it, since it was obviously being petulant. So I stretched it out and spanked it with a ruler, but I kept missing and hitting Rick’s balls by mistake. Susan is so much better at that sort of thing than I am. She showed me how to whip a penis properly, using her hairbrush, of all things.
By this time Rick’s balls had turned very red, almost dark, and the cord tied around them was buried in the swelling flesh. Susan told him we were going to kill his balls. He struggled a bit at that, but Susan calmed him down saying that maybe he could still save them, if he promised to be a good boy. He nodded vigorously and his eyes had stopped crying. Susan took a bunch of pictures of him, even removing his gag and telling him he’d better look very happy for the camera or else. Then she cut the cord just above his stretched balls and untied his leg. She wrapped the cord up while I freed his hands. He immediately tried to free his balls from the thin nylon line still tight around them, but the knot was buried deep in his now bloated purple scrotum.
“You tell anyone what happened Ricky and I’ll post your pictures all over the university message board. You try and fuck with us and I will find you, tie you down and kill your balls. You just be good and tell your friends how you fucked the hell out of us and we’ll smile and blush and nobody will ever know different, understand? Now you better get to a hospital, you don’t look so good, Ricky.”
He practically ran out and Susan and I laughed and made love all night long, but I really wish I could have seen his balls die.
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Dear Diary, I kept waiting for the police to knock on our door, but it’s been almost two weeks, I guess Rick decided to keep his mouth shut. Good thing too, because I’m not sure how we would have explained what happened. I’m not sure what he told his friends either, but the boys have been pretty quiet in class. Rick doesn’t sit very close to us anymore.
Oh! I ran into Donna at the mall, Susan and I were shopping and we bumped into her. I smiled and apologized for not seeing very much of her since New Years. Susan held me close the whole time, her arm around me so her hand could cup my breast through my blouse, fondling me as we spoke. It was mildly embarrassing and I knew Susan was daring Donna to say something, but she seemed embarrassed too. We said goodbye rather quickly, finding we didn’t really have a whole lot to talk about. I didn’t even realize until after that I hadn’t even introduced them.
Susan seemed pissed after that, calling me a slut every chance she got and making me go down on her in the bathroom stall. There were a lot of women coming in and out and it was obvious what we were doing. I was totally embarrassed when I heard people whispering and one woman in the stall next to us asked if she could be next! Susan told her to fuck off. Thank God! I honestly don’t know why I do stuff like that. I don’t even argue about it, like I have no free will until after the fact. Susan does whatever she wants and I…
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Dear Diary, Thailand came up again. My father is going to get us tickets. Him and Susan talk on the phone now, like everytime he calls! He says she sounds nice. Anyways, I’m still not sold on flying 13 hours to Bangkok and flying back 8 days later, I think my body is going to be all messed up. But Susan said we wouldn’t even have to change our clocks, we’d just be vampires for a week, living at night and sleeping during the days. I guess she sold me when she told me we could probably find some guy and kill his balls. Susan said we’d just have to pay enough and we could do whatever we wanted. So I want to do that. Am I sick, Diary? I think about Rick all the time and get a strange sexual thrill imagining his balls dying. I’d like to cut them off and eat them I think, sometimes, but I don’t tell Susan about that. Not yet anyway. I asked her what she wanted to do most on our sexual holiday; she smiled and said, “Everything.”
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Dear Diary, We’ve been playing more and more erotic asphyxia games. Not just bagging now, but some hanging as well. I’m really enjoying it, although I could never explain why. Do you think I have a victim complex, or something? I don’t feel like a victim, but I do know that Susan totally dominates our relationship in every way. Sometimes I think I couldn’t change that, but more often I really believe that I allow her to control me. I give myself to her, she doesn’t take me, I think.
I’ve never actually tested this by saying ‘No’ to anything, other than my usual ‘Oh no…noohhh! …oh yes!’ which we both know is hardly a denial of desire, hers or mine. Anyway, Diary, hanging scares me a lot, which is probably why I like it so much. We’ve studied it and there are some very serious concerns over safety, but we’ve weighed those against the pleasure and I have to say that if I were to die, I wouldn’t be completely angry. That sounds strange, I know, but it’s true. Am I crazy, dearest Diary? I don’t want to die, but knowing I’m so close makes me feel so…alive.
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Dear Diary, Susan and I have been together for three months already! It seems at once to be much longer and much shorter than that. We celebrated by getting me a tattoo, just a small one on the inside of my left thigh; it’s just a heart with the word ‘Susan’ over it. It looks cute, I think, but its kind of scabbed right now. A couple days and it will look nice.
Then we drove up to Vancouver to visit a BDSM club, it was a long ways to go, but I was curious. Susan told me she’d been there before and knew a few people. She wanted to show me off. I felt a little proud when she said that. I asked her if I was going to have to call her Mistress and kiss her feet all night. Susan laughed at me and told me we didn’t need to play those games, we knew who was who, didn’t we?
I changed in the car while Susan drove. I was wearing a very tight black t-shirt that had a pink print, like a classic 50’s cartoon of a woman crying and she was saying ‘Oh my God! I can’t believe I forgot to have children!’ I loved it. Susan had me make holes in it for my nipples so she could attach my leash to my rings. I wore a short skirt with no panties and I’d be walking around with 16 ounces of weight on my labia: 8 silver balls weighing 2 ounces each, making soft tinkling little sounds with every movement. The lowest of them was plainly visible beneath the hem of my skirt as I stood. I was very comfortable with the weight, but I was acutely aware all evening long of people looking at me and cocking their ears like I was some kind of wind-chime or something. Probably I was just over sensitive, what do you think?
Susan lead me around by my nipples as they poked out, yanking me hard sometimes just for fun. It was strange because nobody would speak to me directly. They might ask the most personal questions about me, but always talking to Susan, as though I were incapable of understanding or answering. There were many propositions made, mostly by men, but by a few women also and but I knew Susan had no intention of letting anyone else touch me. I stayed silent all evening, speaking only when Susan asked me something directly, and then answering in whispered monosyllables for the most part.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself, however, even when Susan and I danced and she lifted the back of my skirt with her hands, so that everyone could see my lips being pulled down by the weights I wore. She fingered me while I hugged her and closed my eyes, having several small orgasms on that dance floor before we were done. I felt very special and didn’t even care about those other people. Goodnight Diary.
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Dear Diary, It is getting closer to Spring Break and truthfully I’m getting very excited about it. Much more than I expected to be. I’ve been looking through travel books and Thailand is actually a very interesting place, don’t you think? I’d like to do some sightseeing while we’re there and I think Susan will indulge me, I hope. She’s taken to whipping me while we play toe-hanging games. My body quite naturally rebelled at first, Diary, but now I actually yearn for it I think. Susan has a couple of favorite toys: a riding crop, a short leather whip, and a cat ’o nine-tails, made of nylon cord with hard little knots at the ends. They’re all very distinct and pleasurable for both of us. At first I thought she was really hurting me, and I was afraid, but I’ve learned to trust her judgment. No matter how badly she seems to be hurting me at the time, it always gives way to something deeper and more intense. Susan can make me cum just by whipping my cunt with her riding crop. I only wish we lived someplace far more secluded, so I could hear myself screaming.
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Dear Diary, I’ve been branded! With just a week to go before our trip, Susan decided she wanted to brand me like they do with cattle. She really is very possessive I think, and I wonder sometimes why I don’t find this attention stifling, but I don’t. I love her so much. Huey’s husband did it for us, he told us branding was becoming more popular and he’d actually gone to some class or school or something to learn it. He makes his own brands himself, and can even do custom designs, but he had one that Susan and I really liked. It was a rose about the size of a silver dollar with a long curling stem etched with delicate little thorns so it looked like barbed wire. It was made to go on a woman’s breast and the man could actually mold it a little to adjust for my smallish 32B tits. Susan wanted me to get it done on my left breast, with the rose just above and to the inside of my areola. The stem would curve around the globe of my flesh counter-clockwise, making almost a complete circle about 2 inches from my nipple.
He told me it would take some time to heal, a couple weeks at least and at first it would be dark, but then eventually be actually lighter than my unscarred skin, especially if I exposed the area to the sun. It was exciting and what fear I had of the pain was easily dismissed. I watched as he heated up the brand in a real brazier. A lot of places use electrical heating, or even electrical branding, but he asked us where was the fun in that? And Susan and I both shook our heads in solemn wonder. It was funny, but you probably had to be there.
They actually strapped me down for the application, because the instinctive thing is to move, no matter how much you want it, and this brand was a little more delicate than most, it had to done just right the first time, or it would look bad. Susan took my hand and watched fascinated as he held the glowing hot metal up for us to admire briefly. He positioned it over my breast and I held my breath as he touched it to my skin with well-practiced skill. It hurt!!! Diary, I kid you not, it was the most painful thing in the world. It was so hot it felt cold, like ice, but then it was over. It blistered up a little, but not very much, mostly it just looked like a weird shaped welt at first, not even a real burn, but it will. It’s so cool.
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Dear Diary, Excuse my handwriting, but I’m on the airplane and it’s bumpy. ETA Bangkok is still 6 hours from now; it will be some 14 hours ahead of Seattle and about 40 degrees warmer. Susan is sleeping and I dozed a little, but not much. My brand is itchy. One good thing is that I am now an official member of the mile high club! Ha ha! Susan and I were playing twister in the lavatory before the seatbelt sign was even turned off. It’s very hard to 69 in an airplane bathroom let me tell you! Just kidding, it’s technically impossible for anyone but circus midgets and Romanian gymnasts, but we tried and settled for going down on each other one at a time, thank God for the sink – it is the perfect height. One of the flight attendants gave us a funny look, since we were in there for about an hour and it’s right next to the galley. I admit I made some noise, but not that bad! I think she was just jealous. Okay Diary, next stop…Bangkok! I need to get some sleep!
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Dear Diary, One thing to remember, the people working at the Bangkok Hilton don’t care who you bring to your room, they’ve seen it all! I know because I saw some weird stuff just checking in. It really is like Disneyland for perverts here. We got to our hotel and took a bath together; the tub is big enough, believe me! And thank God for air conditioning! And we passed out, because it was like 10am anyway, except it felt like 3am and our watches said it was 6pm. Talk about lagged!
We got up for late lunch and relaxed by the pool until the sun started going down. I was showing off my brand for the first time, it’s starting to look good. Anyways, we got dressed casual and the door guy got us a taxi and Susan told the driver to take us to some S&M club that she’d heard about. Everything seemed way overdone, like Las Vegas on acid or something. It was hot, humid, noisy, smelly, and polluted…kind of cool. But I probably only say that because I didn’t have to live there.
Anyway, our first night and we’re in this club that does a stage show of lesbian S&M scene, among other things. The ‘menu’ of stage shows included a little gang-rape, a bestiality thing involving a young girl and a goat, some straight S&M scenes, and a ‘Man/Ladyboy’ S&M scene. A Ladyboy, as I discovered is a girl with a penis, either a very passable transvestite or transsexual, I don’t know much about it so don’t ask. We drank cokes and hung out for a while, watching people mostly. Some bar girls sat with us and we both enjoyed feeling them up, but we didn’t know we were supposed to buy them drinks, so they left us after a bit when we wouldn’t. They didn’t care if we were women, or men, or Martians, as long as we spent money. Some Australians hit on us, but we ignored them and ignored the beers they sent over. There were about 7 of them and they had their hands full with the bar girls anyway, they didn’t need two American’s even if we had been interested.
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Dear Diary, We went to a different club tonight, well it’s morning now, so…last night. We really are like vampires, but it’s so much fun. We went to a bunch of clubs the other night, but this one was awesome. Not even a club, it was more like a hole in the wall. Run down, greasy like you weren’t sure you wanted to touch anything. But the girls were so amazing there, just gorgeous and they did a show too.
This girl came out on a little stage and she’s perfect. You can’t believe it, Diary. Like 5’2” and long straight black hair, caramel skin and soft almond eyes. She was exotic and wonderful, a tight little body with hard brown nipples pointing from her perfect mouthful tits. We both wanted her, Diary, Susan and I. We just looked at each other and sighed. She wore a little white G-string and that was it. Two other girls tied her as she sat backwards on a hard wooden chair bolted to the floor, so we could see her perfect ass when she spread her thighs. They tied her ankles to the front legs of the chair and lifted her hips so she had to lean over the back of it, the wood pressing just beneath her ribs. They pulled her arms down so they could tie her wrists to the back legs. It looked uncomfortable, being stretched like that over this chair, but she didn’t make a sound. We had a perfect view of the back of her, from her long spread legs, to her perfect Thai ass, to the smooth unblemished skin on her back as it bent out of sight.
The two girls who had tied her down played with her for a bit, rubbing her body and playing with her g-string, tantalizing us with glimpses of her little brown anus and the puffy mound of her shaven pussy. After 10 minutes or so of this, a man rolled out a little cart with whips, crops, candles, dildos of all shapes and sizes, and other things I could only guess at. He was Thai and he took on the role of auctioneer, telling the several dozen of us customers in broken English that he would give the girl and the cart to the highest bidder for 30 minutes, to do with as we pleased. There were no limits, he grinned, and the only rule was that she had to stay tied as she was.
The crowd was enthusiastic and raucous, with a large number of Japanese men at a couple large tables on one side, 6 or 7 American men in a group on the other side, and around the stage at smaller tables sat another 10 or so men, in twos and threes. Susan and I were the only females present, except the bargirls of course, and they were everywhere. I had sitting next to me and I played with her pussy while another one was under the table, eating Susan. We’d paid her about 5 dollars for that little service and I grabbed a fistful of Thai money and pushed my girl under the table as well, pulling down my shorts and panties so she could lick my already juicing cunt.
I really wanted to see Susan with that girl on the stage though, and my lover’s eyes were shining with desire. The bidding started at about 20 dollars and the Japanese seemed determined to win it, there were three of them bidding, along with one of the Americans and Susan. We went pretty high, somewhere around 110 dollars, which was more than we could afford really, for just a 30 minute scene in a country where a hundred bucks gets you a full E-Ticket for all the rides with a lot of change left over for cotton candy and a t-shirt. It was frustrating when we had to drop out, Diary. But we’re on a budget, you know.
Susan especially didn’t like not getting what she wanted and she reached down to yank the hair of the girl sucking her off, lifting the Thai’s face away and slapping her a couple times. Susan pulled the girl back to her muff and smiled at me.
“Hetero bitch!” She laughed, then turned to watch the Japanese man who had just won the honors, bidding some 150 dollars or so worth of baht.
The auctioneer picked up a long thin bamboo stick that looked quite painful and held it over his head as he walked over to present it to the winner. Everyone cheered and the Japanese man stood up with a huge smile. He happily paid for the scene and slashed the air with his new trophy bamboo stick.
Guess what he did then, Diary!
The Japanese guy walked over to our table and bowed to Susan, saying something in Japanese and presenting her with the bamboo crop. We didn’t know what was going on until the Thai man, who evidently spoke Japanese as well as English, explained that the Japanese man wanted to see Susan with the girl on the stage. He was bidding only so he could present Susan with this honor. It was surreal, but who were we to argue???
Susan stood up and thanked him, bowing a little too and not even caring that she was naked from the waist down. She’d completely taken off her shorts and panties and the Thai girl kneeling on the floor held them up, everyone thought that was really funny. Susan ignored her and walked onto the stage. Oh Diary, she was so beautiful like that! Tapping that piece of slender blonde wood against her thigh as she walked around the girl tied to the chair. Susan looked through the cart briefly and found a large black strap-on dildo that looked positively gigantic compared to that little Thai butt on the stage. Susan strapped it on and stroked it lewdly for her audience. I was going to cum any second, even though the girl eating me wasn’t very good, it was just so exciting seeing Susan playing like that.
My lover used the bamboo first, beating the Thai girl’s thighs and leaving a score of angry red welts crisscrossing her smooth skin. The girl gave high pitched yelps with every stroke, and strained at her bonds, but this only made Susan hit her harder until I couldn’t believe that little stick didn’t break. But all it did was bend, whistling through the air and slapping flesh with a sharp staccato sound that even made me wince. I had to grab the bargirl between my thighs and hold her head while I was grinding my little orgasm onto her tongue. Four of the Japanese guys had moved closer, to the edge of the stage where I was, basically joining me while we watched Susan. She had found a leather whip, a real one much larger and far more dangerous looking than the one we had at home, and she was cracking it across the girl’s back. The lash left a series of short red streaks, like razor cuts on that sweet smooth skin, and she writhed in pain. We could hear her crying now; gasping and her whole body would tense with every snap of Susan’s wrist.
The Japanese men who sat with me seemed equally interested in watching the girl eating my snatch, and they talked excitedly amongst themselves until one finally spoke to me. He made a circle with one hand and pushed his finger in and out of it with the other.
“You make man?” he asked me, and I figured he was asking me if I had sex with guys too.
I shook my head and smiled. “No.” I told them. “I just make girls.”
I moved my chair back a little and lifted my legs, taking off my shorts and panties the way Susan had. I put my heels on the table and motioned for the bargirl to get back on my pussy.
“You like?” I asked and he nodded vigorously and spoke to his friends. They all agreed and smiled, watching with interest as the girl ate me out.
But our attentions were always drawn back to Susan. The Thai girl’s back was bloodstained now, from a dozen cuts inflicted by the whip, and the welts on her thighs were even more pronounced than before. She looked so sexy like that. Susan was breathing hard and she rubbed her hands across the girl, smearing the wet redness around like body paint. Her time was halfway up and Susan pulled the Thai girl’s g-string aside, over one firm round cheek of her ass. We watched as she played with the girl’s cunt, fingering her slowly at first but soon working 2 and then 3 fingers in and out of her. It didn’t look like the girl was very wet and she slumped over the chair barely moving until Susan forced her fourth finger inside, twisting as she fucked the girl.
The place was loud and I was shouting for Susan to fist the girl. And it was so funny Diary; everyone in the place just started chanting “Fist! Fist! Fist!” like we were at a concert or a soccer game or something. Susan stood a little to the side so everyone could clearly see as she tucked her thumb into her palm and started working her hand in that Thai’s little snatch. I was going to cum again and I held my breath as Susan pushed her hand inside, not easing the pressure at all, even as the girl came suddenly and violently to life.
The bound girl struggled and pleaded in her native tongue, but no one was going to stop Susan now. My love turned her hand a little, still pushing and finally gave a little groan herself as it looked like she punched her fist in that all too small opening. Susan’s hand disappeared to her wrist and we all cheered and laughed, even me although I was cumming so good I think I almost drowned the girl between my legs. Susan held her hand there a moment and then we could see her arm moving slightly as she worked it back and forth.
I love it when Susan does that to me. She makes her hand into a fist and rotates it so the knuckles drag across my soft walls, or she’ll spread her fingers and pull back, putting sweet pressure on the muscles around my cuntal opening. Or she’ll push, as though trying to reach into my womb itself, stretching the deepest recesses of my vagina painfully, like a sharp insistent cramp. I love all those things, Diary, but this poor Thai girl obviously didn’t. She was sobbing as Susan started fisting her hard, much harder than she’d ever done with me. She drove her hand deep into her hole with a half-dozen short violent jabs.
Susan grinned, pausing to catch her breath and tell us that she could feel the girl’s cervix. We laughed as the girl shook uncontrollably with pain while Susan rammed her fist against it. Susan reached for the cart and found a bulbous orange butt plug, smooth and rounded at the tip, widening to several inches in diameter before tapering again near the base. She pressed it to the girl’s anus while her fist was still buried in the girl’s pussy. There was nothing slow and gentle when Susan pushed against the plug, leaning her body weight on it so it stretched the Thai girl quickly and cruelly, splitting her ass and making her scream. The walls of her stretched cunt now had even more pressure to contend with and Susan moved, twisting so she could rotate her hand. I think she was trying to grab the butt plug through the tender walls of the girl’s cunt, and Susan told us how she could feel it as the girl shivered and shook beneath her.
With only five minutes left, Susan removed her hand and we could see it wet and shiny pink mucous and blood. Susan left the butt plug in place and grabbed the girl by the hips, ramming the huge strap-on into the now gaping hole of the Thai’s pussy. Susan fucked her hard and fast, deliberately wanting to hurt the girl as much as possible with the monster cock she wore. I got off again and again; watching breathlessly until the auctioneer stepped onto the stage and told us the show was concluded. Susan withdrew from her victim reluctantly and removed the big dildo from around her waist. Blood streaked down the Thai girl’s thighs and Susan gave the girl a last caress before she walked down the steps to join me again. We had a half-dozen rounds bought for us and the Japanese guys wanted us to go with them to another club, but we were tired and horny and we took our two bargirls back to our hotel for the night where we made them do all sorts of bad things.
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Dear Diary, I can’t believe our little vacation is half over already! It has been so much fun, much better than Cancun! I know I haven’t been writing everyday like I promised I would, but it’s so hard to find the time! Susan is sleeping upstairs with Nan, a girl we found at shoe store, of all places, she’s not even a bargirl! Or at least she says she isn’t, but I guess you never really know, huh? She’s definitely lez though and she tastes so yummy!
Susan tied us in a 69 and kept us that way all night, even when I had to pee, Susan just laughed and I let loose in Nan’s mouth. I’m not really into the golden showers thing, but it felt so weird…good weird…pissing in that girl’s mouth while she tongued me. She didn’t even slow down, just kept going, even swallowing some I’m sure. A little while later I got my turn when Nan pissed for me. I couldn’t move away, since her legs were tied around my face, so I just clamped my mouth on her cunt and swallowed as fast as I could. I didn’t get it all, of course, it was a lot and we were both thoroughly soaked by the end. It wasn’t that bad, Diary, though I’m sure it’s grossing you out. I don’t think I could do it all the time and I felt a little strange later, like acid indigestion or something. I took some Tums though, a bunch, and some AD medicine, just in case, you know. Anyway, Susan loved it and I had no idea she’d ever be into that. She whipped us good, and fucked our asses while we were bound and when Susan finally untied us she pissed in both our faces, making us kiss and tongue each other while she did it. She called me some nasty names, really degrading things and I won’t repeat them here, but it made me feel…embarrassed, a little, believing that she thinks of me as…well, that way. Why can’t I say no to her, I wonder.
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Dear Diary, Susan promised tonight I get to have my fantasy. We’ll see what happens, I’m not sure what she’s got planned, but it should be interesting. Susan sent Nan to get us a room at a much cheaper and much less conspicuous hotel, she called and is waiting for us, so I need to run. Wish me luck!
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Dear Diary, Susan and I went to a ‘Macho’ show at a club that caters to the few female tourists interested in sex, and the many gay males who come to Bangkok. It was strange, seeing Thai ‘barboys’ wearing tight thongs and performing the same functions we’d seen in so many other places from the bargirls. The show was mainly dancing, a striptease sort of thing, and it didn’t do much for either Susan or I, but checking out the balls on the men walking around was interesting.
The guys were all well defined, if not downright muscular, and they had numbers on their thongs. We’d call them over, one at a time, just as if we were interested in fucking one of them. But really, all I was doing was pulling their stretchable thongs aside, exposing their cocks and balls, and comparing as the night wore on. Number 23 had a seriously large cock and his balls looked like a couple good-sized eggs trapped in the pouch of his sack. He was shaven too, which was a big plus, as far as I was concerned. I wanted them and I told Susan that he was the one.
Susan spoke to the bartender while I sat there with number 23, having bought him a drink and trying to act innocent and hetero. He spoke very little English, but I suppose with his body he didn’t really have to talk much. I kept an eye on Susan as the bartender took her to another little room, behind a curtain of beads. I didn’t know what was going on and all I could do was sit there. She came back about 10 minutes later, smiling and nodding her head. The bartender called 23 over and spoke to him while Susan spoke to me. She’d paid 250 dollars so we could do whatever we wanted to his balls, the owner would make sure 23 didn’t make trouble with the police or anything. Apparently, Susan laughed, there was a market for eunuchs, so the owner wasn’t too awfully worried about this guy being unable to perform after tonight. Bangkok was one weird place I said and Susan agreed totally. And we laughed.
Number 23 didn’t know what we planned, of course, or I don’t think he would have come along so willingly. Nan had gotten us a room in a dingy hotel above a little market, we wanted to be anonymous and she wasn’t there when we let ourselves in. Our sole bag was sitting on the little desk in the corner, but it contained no clothes. We had our man do a little strip tease for us to some video on the TV, MTV Asia was even worse than MTV in the states, but it was noisy and gave us something to listen to. After the dance we used sign language mostly to get 23 to lie on the bed. It looked strong enough to hold him, I thought. We tied him spread eagle on his back, attaching the thin nylon rope to the sturdy wooden legs. He’d played games like this before, I’m sure, since he showed no surprise or hesitation. Susan and I both undressed while he watched, smiling and expecting a good time with two crazy American college girls. I used my panties to gag him, shoving them into his willing mouth and Susan used duct tape across his lips to keep him really quiet.
I was amazed at how easy this was going to be, Susan just smiled and said, “I told ya so!”
We sat on the bed and played with his cock for awhile and unlike Rick, number 23’s grew hard almost immediately. Whoever said all Asian guys have small dicks had no idea what he was talking about; this guy was huge like a thick 9” long and hard as a rock. His balls were soft and warm and I massaged them gently. I asked Susan if we should blindfold him, I didn’t want to be cruel, but Susan thought it would be better for us if we could see his eyes. Susan doesn’t hate men, Diary, no more than I do; she just feels total apathy. I’m not sure what I feel.
We started by whipping 23’s cock. It was hard and jutting up against his stomach so I used a long bootlace, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head, pulling it down so I could tie a little slipknot around the crown. I pulled it tight and stretched 23’s hard cock so it pointed straight up at the ceiling. Susan used a piece of bamboo, very much like the one she’d used on the girl the other night, to spank 23’s penis. She did it hard too, slashing through the air so that it made a little swoosh before the hard smack when the blow landed. Our man’s reaction was immediate and violent, the whole bed was rocking and bouncing as he tried to get out of his knots, but they were tied well. I sat on his chest, straddling him and facing his cock while Susan struck him as hard as she could. I felt my pussy getting wet and I rubbed myself on 23’s hot body as I watched and pulled that cock taut. It didn’t seem to be going soft at all either, which surprised me, and Susan as well. But we didn’t have a lot of experience with male anatomy either.
After 5 minutes the entire length of 23’s penis was covered with red and white welts, and bruises had already started. There were a couple places where the skin had broken and a little red showed, but he wasn’t truly bleeding yet. Susan rummaged through the bag while I untied 23’s cock. The head had swollen even larger and started turning reddish, but as blood flowed into it again it started looking more normal. Just in time for Susan to experiment with his little pee hole. She had some chopsticks, long plastic ones that were round, instead of squared, and not very large in diameter. They were more for souvenirs than eating with the words ‘Happy Bangkok’ printed on them in English and Thai.
I watched as she held his still erect cock and began inserting the smallest end into the hole, pushing it in and watching 23’s reaction. It seemed to hurt a lot, since his whole body went stiff, like he was desperate not to move any more than he had to. Susan asked me if I thought she could get the whole thing in there and I wasn’t sure. His cock was pretty long, about the same as the chopstick, so I thought it would be close. Number 23 was shaking his head and his body moved even though he didn’t want it to, so Susan had to stop for a moment with about 7 inches inside and 2 or so left to go. When he relaxed again Susan started pushing again and I looked at her. ‘I think he stopped breathing’ I said. But he was just holding his breath and when he let it out it was as a loud muffled scream. Susan had the whole chopstick in his penis now, there was just a millimeter of plastic sticking out the tip and Susan said she didn’t think she’d be able to pull it out again without pliers or something.
“What if he has to pee?” I wondered aloud and Susan laughed at me.
“What if he has to cum?” She said and that did seem pretty funny. That long piece of plastic stretching his urethra had to hurt like hell and trying to use his penis for anything was going to be a thousand times worse. But what amazed us was that he was still hard!
“Let’s make him cum and see what happens.” Susan giggled. “In the interest of science.”
I asked her how. I didn’t particularly want to fuck him, or take the thing in my mouth. “We’ll just jerk him off.” Susan grabbed his huge cock and started sliding her fingers up and down, laughing. “It feels funny, try it.’”
So I did, both of our hands rubbing the shaft and it was weird. There was like this hard muscle underneath, but soft smooth skin over it. I kind of liked the feeling. “I’ll do this, you play with his balls.” Susan told me, “Just don’t hurt him until he cums, okay?” I nodded in agreement.
I massaged his testicles gently, rolling them in my fingers and even bending down to smell them. He was clean and it was nice. I wondered what it would be like to eat them, and I wondered where that thought came from, but I couldn’t dismiss it. Number 23 had stopped struggling, maybe he’d gotten used to having a long hard stick in the middle of his cock, but more likely he figured that was the worst that was going to happen to him. I’ve always found I can deal with pain a lot better if I tell myself that whatever else happened, this was as bad as it would get. It was always a lie, but it worked. I wondered if 23 knew about that trick too. Susan got some baby oil and rubbed it all over his cock, since there didn’t seem to be any man-lube coming out.
“I thought guys had that pre-cum stuff.” I said, forgetting the poor guys tube was plugged completely.
Susan just laughed and went to work masturbating him. “Oops!” Susan said at one point. I looked at her. “It’s gone.”
The chopstick had disappeared inside the man’s penis as she jerked him off and I think 23 knew something was wrong because he really started making a fuss. It probably got pushed down to someplace very tender indeed, and with that he finally did start to get soft. Susan was a little disappointed I think, and she kept stroking him, but the more she did the more 23 writhed in pain. That plastic chopstick was way down inside now, maybe even in his balls I thought, and I felt around but didn’t feel anything. More than likely it was trying to get in his bladder or something. Ouch.
Susan wiped her hands on the sheet and took out a box of sewing pins, telling me how he was being a bad boy. I laughed at her as she started pushing a pin into 23’s cock, right near the head, under the ridge there. She said she was going to pin his foreskin back, and she did, encircling the head with two dozen pins, which were all she had. She pushed them deep too, each was an inch long and she had them in until just the round plastic head showed. Number 23 was bouncing on the bed while Susan did it and I squeezed one of his balls hard to quiet him down. Reminding the man that he still had more to lose seemed to work. His cock was soft now though, looking like a fat wrinkled worm. The good news was that as it went flaccid the chopstick finally emerging once again from the tip. It looked very funny and I couldn’t help laughing at it. His cock was maybe 5 inches soft and only 2 inches of the plastic was exposed, so somewhere down deep a couple inches were buried still. Susan decided to leave it in place, since it at least kept his cock upright and out of the way.
She asked me what I wanted to do with his balls and I thought I’d wax them first. I used a red candle, smiling into number 23’s eyes as Susan lit it for me. He had been crying, I saw, like Ricky and it made me wonder if all men were weak. I dripped the hot wax generously over his sack, lifting it carefully with my fingertips so I could get the underside as well. It was truly beautiful, my Diary, the way the wax made him jump at first. I could feel him flexing, as if trying to draw his poor testicles up into his body, and of course that just made that chopstick hurt all the more too.
Susan played with his nipples, biting them hard and chewing them while I covered his balls with the hot wax until I was satisfied. I looked at her and she lifted her mouth, red with blood. She’d actually bitten through the skin and chewed his left nipple to shreds.
“Do you think he has Aids?” I asked and Susan shrugged.
“I guess I’ll find out.” Then she laughed and went to work on the other nipple so that 23 made grotesque noises in his throat and heaved his body off the bed.
I laughed too and looked at the wax-encased balls now lying between the man’s legs. I used a stiff wired hairbrush to remove the wax, smacking his balls as hard as I could so that the wax chipped and peeled and flew off. I pinched the soft skin and pulled them up, treating every last inch of him to that same rough treatment. What small bits of wax that wouldn’t be spanked away, I scrubbed off until his balls were clean and red and raw looking.
I took them in my mouth then, one at a time, playing with them using my tongue and teeth and lips. It felt strange having a man’s flesh in my mouth for the first time in my life and I stretched my jaws to take one of 23’s nuts between my teeth. I couldn’t get it all the way back on my molars, his testes was just too big, but I managed to get it on the side and I started biting down on it. I had this irresistible urge to crush it, to feel it flatten and pop in my mouth. I tried to resist, but it felt so good like that. I could feel it like a hard little marble in a big softer marshmallowish ball. Soft and squishy at first, then something tangible to be crushed and chewed. I was almost there and I eased up finally, not wanting to break him yet. I did the same to his other ball, playing with it and biting it, harder and harder until I thought it would burst at any second, and I forced myself to stop. I wanted to eat them.
I tied three rubber bands around the base of 23’s scrotum while Susan watched. She’d gotten bored with the man by now, having turned his nipples into bloody ruins of flesh. Susan fingered me absently, commenting on how wet I was. She pulled my rings and worked her fingers inside, stroking my hard little clit with her thumb. I picked up a pair of scissors; small and sharp like doctors used and a white porcelain bowl. I grinned over my shoulder at Susan. She nodded, smiling back and I began cutting into 23’s soft scrotum. He groaned and sobbed and screamed and cried, but the gag in his mouth mercifully dampened it. His body was hot and sweating and spasmed with pain as I spilled his blood and balls into the little bowl so that the grayish white objects of my desire hung by small cords from 23’s body. They looked beautiful and I put the scissors down and pushed the useless ragged flaps of his scrotum out of the way.
“What are you going to do with them?” Susan asked me. She was breathless and she had four fingers in my cunt, squeezing me against her palm.
I told her I was going to eat them and I lifted one of the balls out carefully, not wanting to sever those small tubes by accident.
“Oh shit.” Was all Susan said and I giggled, but my eyes were fixed on that sweet testicle.
It was large, like a walnut and a little mushy but hard inside. I put it on my tongue, tasting a man’s raw testicle for the first time. I bathed it with my tongue, enjoying the dull rust-like tint of blood and wondering what the ball itself would be like. I looked up at Susan and bit into it hard, chewing it and savoring it. I was cumming then, flooding with excitement and Susan pushed her fist in my cunt so she could feel it contracting eagerly around that wonderful sensation. There was very little taste really, and the texture was like caramel kept in the refrigerator soft and hard at the same time, but not crunchy, not crispy or anything. I swallowed it slowly, smiling and giggling as Susan laughed and shook her head. She flexed her hand in my cunt and I murmured approval. I’d had a good orgasm and I wanted another one.
I kissed Susan hard, letting her tongue explore my mouth, hoping she could taste a little bit of the man ball I’d just eaten. I took 23’s other nut and pulled it so the cords connecting it stretched and snapped. The man’s eyes were puffy and red, a little glassy but I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition when I held his last remaining testicle up for him to see. Susan accused me of being cruel and teasing him, but I didn’t think so. Why wouldn’t he want to see? I placed it carefully on my tongue and made sure my mouth was open so he could see as I bit into it, chewing noisily and smiling when I swallowed him down. He was totally limp after that, all the fight had gone out of him. Even when Susan grabbed his cock with the chopstick still inside it, squeezing and jerking it, the man didn’t move. He just groaned.
We made love on his body, grinding our cunts together and kissing passionately until we’d both cum several times, then it was time to leave. We stopped by the bar; only about 3 hours had passed, and told the bartender where to find number 23 and recommended he see a doctor. Then we went back to our hotel for a good long soak in the tub and a bottle of champagne to celebrate a fantasy come true.
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Dear Diary, Well it’s our last night in Bangkok; we fly out at 6am tomorrow morning. I haven’t gotten much time to chat with you have I? Sorry, Diary, we’ve just been so busy getting as much fun in as we can. Tonight we have to make Susan’s fantasy come true, since I had mine already. Luckily Nan is going to help us again, although she doesn’t know it yet. She’s so cute, it will be fun to watch Susan with her. Thai girls are all so sexy, but Nan is totally hot…but in an innocent way, not like the girls who work in the bars at all. She has a pretty smiling face, very open and her eyes are soft brown and doe-like. She doesn’t have one of those flat noses either, Nan’s is pert and small, very cute. But her body…mmmm…about like mine. Like 5’4” and thin, 100lbs maybe when she’s wet. Small hard boobs and a cute little snatch that Susan made her shave. Plus she’s gay, which is nice too because she really knows her way around a cunt. Not like those stupid bitches working the bars, I’m with Susan on that, they’re really only good for toying with. To get off, we really need a girl who knows how. Like Nan. Plus Susan says she’s like my twin, spiritually at least. She says we’re a couple little girls who would do anything to make Susan happy, that’s us. I hope Nan makes her happy tonight.
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Dear Diary, here we are on that airplane going home. Four hours to Tokyo and then 10 more to Seattle. We’ll arrive before we left, or something like that. I’m pretty beat and Susan is sleeping already, but I wanted to share this before I did anything else. Last night Susan’s fantasy came true, we met Nan at the little store where she works just as she was closing up. She seemed surprised to see us, but very happy too. It wasn’t hard to convince her to come along with us. Susan gave her money and Nan got us another room at another little hotel while we waited outside. We went in about 10 minutes later, acting like we knew what we were doing and ignoring the kid clerking. We found Nan waiting for us on the 2nd floor landing and we all went up to the 4th floor to find our room.
Once inside I wasted no time and just took Nan into my arms, squeezing her breast and kissing her while Susan locked the door and turned on the TV. I like Nan a lot and I pushed her down on the bed while Susan undressed, then I rose and let Susan at her so I could undress also. We were all talking between kisses about how Susan and I were leaving in the morning and we would never see Nan again. So we wanted that night to be special. Susan and I undressed her slowly, loving every inch of her golden brown skin as it was revealed. Then Susan dove into the girl’s cunt, licking and sucking noisily while I worked on her beasts and tummy with my mouth and hands. It didn’t take long before the two of us working in sweet concert brought Nan to a delicate moaning orgasm.
I moved my body, sliding my pussy to Nan’s mouth and straddled her face, letting that Thai tongue work it’s wonders over my pierced labia and clit. Her fingers dug into my skin and I began grinding against her mouth as I felt my orgasm approaching. It seemed all three of us were possessed, there was very little of the usual tenderness, we were working our sex hard, desperate to bring each other off as quickly and often as possible. We had 8 hours before our 3am check-in, that didn’t seem nearly long enough for what we wanted.
Susan climbed between Nan’s legs and the girl wrapped them around Susan’s waist so their pussies could rub gently while I leaned forward, exposing my ass to Susan’s mouth. They were both eating me, Nan from below and Susan from behind and I was cumming explosively. Susan switched so she could straddle Nan’s pussy, needing more and harder contact between their cunts. They were grinding hard as I removed myself and turned to kiss our Thai lover, tasting my juices all over her face and in her sweet warm mouth. I stroked her hair and told her how beautiful she was. Susan sucked Nan’s toes while she rubbed her soft furred slit back and forth across Nan’s puffy bald cunt. It was beautiful and I moved my mouth down to kiss and lick at them as they moved, until Susan finally lifted completely so I could suck her hard little clit.
We made love like that for hours, pausing only so Nan could order food and drinks from room service, which mostly consisted of a boy running to a grocery store on the corner. Susan and I were conveniently in the bathroom both times the kid came to the door. We sat on the bed naked, eating fried rice and drinking cokes. Nan was telling us how she’d always dreamt of meeting American women and being with Susan and I was like a dream come true. That made Susan and me smile since there were a lot of dreams coming true lately!
Susan used a fork to make some ragged holes in the bed sheet, and then tore it into a half dozen long and uneven strips. Nan didn’t protest at all as we tied her down on the bed, much like we had number 23 a few days earlier. Nan found it exciting, she said, to have Susan do things to her, and make her do things she would never have dreamt of. I understood completely and sat back to watch as Susan went down on the now helpless Thai girl. Susan was tender at first, bringing Nan off with her mouth and fingers, but soon Nan was moving as she felt Susan using her teeth. I rubbed my pussy, watching Susan biting the girl’s labia, chewing them hard and making Nan rock her body as if trying to get away.
I moved to cradle her face and kissed her. “Shhhhh,” I whispered. “Don’t fight it, Nan. Susan just wants to love you.”
I put my mouth over Nan’s and forced my tongue in her sweet mouth as she screamed into me. Susan was biting the girl hard, chewing her labia, clit, and any exposed bit of flesh she could find, not unlike what she’d done with number 23. I thought perhaps she would actually eat Nan’s sex, but she didn’t, Susan just wanted her to cry. I got off the bed as Susan crawled along Nan’s body to kiss her with red blood stained lips. Susan was whispering, telling the girl she loved her and some other things, but I couldn’t hear what it was.
Nan nodded and blinked back some tears. “Hurt me more, Susan. Please.” She whispered it and Susan looked very happy.
Susan looked at me and smiled. “Twins.” She said and bent down to kiss Nan again, letting the girl taste her own sweet blood from Susan’s tongue. I fingered myself excitedly as I watched Susan gag Nan with her panties, using a strip of the torn bed sheet to hold it in place. She had been wearing a long thin belt with her shorts and she removed it, palming the buckle and wrapping the leather around her hand a couple times.
“Are you sure, Nan?” Susan asked softly and the girl on the bed nodded. “Do you love me, Nan?” I felt my orgasm coming on hard as Nan nodded again and Susan brought her impromptu whip down hard across the Thai woman’s breasts. I recalled my own experiences beneath Susan’s whips and crops and I envied Nan this experience, which was very new for her. Susan stroked her hard, grunting with the effort as she beat those creamy caramel tits to red swollen globes of pain. Nan twisted and jerked, her screams muffled, but still sweet to the ears. She couldn’t get away and her instinctive resistance only spurred Susan on.
After 30 minutes or so Nan had stopped moving, she lay very still, taking short rapid breaths. The Thai girls face was red and her eyes puffy from crying. Her whole body was bathed with sweat and her breasts looked as though they’d been rouged. Susan stopped and looked at Nan, licking her lips and breathing hard. She touched one of Nan’s tits so the girl flinched and it turned white beneath the slight pressure, then quickly flushed dark red again when Susan pulled her finger away. Susan let go of her belt and grabbed both of the woman’s tits in her hands, squeezing them hard, digging her fingernails into the overly sensitive flesh. Nan screamed into her gag and Susan twisted and pulled, as though trying to rip those boobs right off. Finally, Susan bent down and used her mouth as well, biting Nan’s dark erect nipples between her teeth, sucking and pulling at them while her fingers continued their cruel ministrations.
After doing that for a little while Susan grinned at me. “God, I love her tits.” She said and ripped one of the two remaining strips of bed sheet in half, so there were two long and very thin pieces. Susan called me over and told me to pull her left nipple. “Pull it hard!” She told me and I did, amazed at how hot Nan’s skin was. Susan tied the ragged strip around the base of Nan’s tit, pulling it as tight as she could while she wrapped it over and over until the girl’s breast was contorted almost beyond belief. The base was now tiny, just a few inches around and the tit seemed to balloon out from her body, like it had been filled with air until I was ready to burst. If it had been red before, now it began turning purplish. We did the same to Nan’s other breast and the effect was beautiful.
“I want you to fuck her tits.” Susan told me. “I want to see you do it.”
I didn’t know what Susan was talking about, but I soon learned. She worked on my cunt with her hand first, stretching me with her fist painfully until she was satisfied that my gaping vagina could get no larger. It had hurt a lot, especially when Susan had briefly tried to get both hands inside me, making me cry and beg for her to stop. She did, but I felt bad disappointing her. Susan had me get on top of Nan then, lowering my pussy so Susan could force the Thai girl’s swollen abused tit into my cunt. Susan squeezed and pinched and molded it until I could feel it pressing between my lips. Nan writhed below me, her tits were now angry and dark and the welts from Susan’s belt plainly visible. I was shaking it was so exciting and Susan was giggling and talking to Nan’s breast, as if trying to convince it to go inside my slippery hole. And finally, dearest Diary, it did just that!
I came as soon as I felt the heat of her breast filling me. It was like being fucked with a water balloon I imagine, only not quite as pliant, but close. The strip of cotton wrapped around the bottom of her tit made it the perfect size for my hole and as I rocked my hips I could feel the bulbous swell of the breast inside me refusing to dislodge, it was trapped in my cunt, filling me and bringing me one orgasm after another. I leaned back and started bouncing uncontrollably on that incredible sensation while Susan laughed and started untying that breast. Nan was sobbing loudly now, my motion and the pressure of my contracting pussy were torturous to her already very sore and tender flesh. But we didn’t care; it felt too good. Susan urged me on as the strip of cotton came free and Nan jerked as blood once again flowed into her breast. But my pussy was clamped down on it hard and refused to give that tit back its original shape. It was still trapped inside me for as long as we wanted it to be, and I hoped that would be a long time!
Susan let me do as I wanted while she returned to Nan’s Asian sex, deciding that it was time to introduce the girl to the joys of fisting. In case you couldn’t tell by now, Diary, that is Susan’s thing. She’d already made up her mind not to be gentle in any way whatsoever and so there was precious little warning when Susan punched Nan in the cunt with her fist. I felt the girl’s body go stiff beneath me and she shuddered and Susan grinned at me.
“She’s cumming!” Susan laughed. “I swear to god…Jesus! What a slut!”
Susan pushed three fingers in Nan’s pussy and wriggled them around, telling me how tight she was. Then she pushed in all four and finally managed to get the tip of her thumb inside, but no more, Nan’s pelvis was just too small. I rocked slowly on that tit still filling me nicely and played with the other one. Slapping it and pinching the nipple, just to give Nan something else to think about while Susan straightened her right arm and grabbed her wrist with her left hand. She lowered her shoulders and braced herself with a serious look of determination on her face.
“I’m…going…” Susan pushed as hard as she could.”…In!!!” her hand sank into Nan’s little pussy up to the wrist and Susan got a look on her face that was rapturous. “Ohhhh my god!” She was cumming hard even as Nan’s muffled screams filled the room and her hips jerked with a frenzy of pain.
Susan backed out just a fraction so we could see the dark stretched labia gripped around Susan’s wrist, making an impossibly tight seal. There was just no more room possible. I knew Susan was flexing her hand in that little cunt and I dug my nails into Nan’s still bound breast while I jerked my hips hard against the other one. I was a little jealous, I suppose. Susan started fisting the girl good though, so I forgot all about those petty feelings and stared as my lover’s arm went deeper and deeper into Nan’s sweet womb.
That it was hurting Nan, there’s no doubt, Diary. Even injuring the girl, I’m sure. Susan was moving hard and fast, much more so than with me, even more than with that girl on the stage. This was her chance to try and fist a girl to death, or something close to it. She was halfway to her elbow when Susan told me she could feel the soft pillow of Nan’s cervix. She punched through that and Nan shivered beneath me. She could barely move now, perhaps she was in shock, I don’t know. She was bleeding inside, we knew because Susan’s arm came out streaked with it when she’d pull back a little to punch deeper a moment later. Susan came as she rammed Nan’s cervix over and over, seeking entrance to the girl’s ovaries.
“There’s a hole! I can feel it! Oh shit!” Susan spoke excitedly, describing for me what she could feel and I could tell she was digging with her nails, finding an opening and ripping into it, making it bigger so she could get her fist deeper. “Oh fuck…I wish this was you!” She said at one point, staring into my eyes and I leaned down to kiss her, eagerly opening my mouth for her tongue.
Susan’s arm finally disappeared to the elbow and beyond. I laughingly asked Susan how deep she was going. “All the way to her fucking heart.” She said, shivering excitedly at the thought. “I want to eat it.” She whispered and giggled, reminding me of number 23 and how good his balls had been for me.
But Susan had just about reached the end, her fist could go no further, but she was too excited to be disappointed. She’d gotten in almost to her shoulder and she described for me how everything felt, how she was sure she’d punched through the girl’s cervix, ripping it and then into her womb, flexing her fingers around countless eggs and feeling her ovaries wet and hot and sticky, squishing between her fingers. It was incredible and I wish Nan could have told us how it felt, being utterly destroyed like that.
“How’s she doing?” Susan asked, withdrawing her arm slowly and watching as blood flowed out around it.
I looked at Nan; she hadn’t taken a breath in a long time. I touched her neck, looking for a pulse. “She’s dead.”
“Oh.” Susan shrugged a little and pulled her hand free. It looked like she’d dipped her arm in thin red paint. She held it up, smiling at me. “Come here.” She said and I pulled myself off Nan’s swollen tit, feeling suddenly empty inside.
We made love next to Nan, licking and kissing each other and spreading her blood across our bodies. She was a good friend and a good lover; we’d miss and worship her. Nan had sacrificed herself for me, I knew, because Susan would have had to do that sooner or later to me, just to satisfy the need to know. I’d have let her too, because I’d do anything for Susan.
“Are we…evil, Susan?” I asked her in the bathtub later.
“No.” She sighed and kissed my nose. “We’re just in love.”
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Dear Diary, Home again, home again, dickity dick. That might have been the best spring break ever, but it still feels good to sleep in my own bed! Donna called and wants to show me pictures from her trip to Cancun; she said it was so exciting. Susan just laughed and shook her head. Somehow I doubted Donna’s adventures would be as good what Susan and I shared, but then again…we didn’t have pictures either. ‘Next time…’ Susan promised. I just laughed.
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Some notes: The original narrative style was going to be different, more ‘Diary Friendly’ so to speak; this became a story told in a rather clumsy format. Sorry. Also, the end was very different. It was much more violent and bloody, and cannibalistic too…Susan eating Nan’s sex, quite literally. I liked it a lot, but I wasn’t comfortable with it. I am doing something similar in another story and…you know. But that’s true of 83% of what I do, so who am I fooling? I recycle a lot. I just wanted to wrap it up.
Aids is real…these characters don’t care, but I do. Don’t believe I am condoning anything or trivializing, I’m not. But I do know people exactly like Susan. A person, I should say. A close personal friend who would laugh at this note:
‘Hahaha…Walang ako, mahal…’
Oh! But it is, laughing girl! Why do you think I named her Susan?
And finally…Copyrighted March 2004, by Rachael Ross. All events are made up mostly, all characters imagined except for a couple, repost freely without financial consideration, if you edit this story…do a good job, I didn’t. If you would like to name the narrator, just call her Rache. If you need a physical description for anyone beyond what I have provided, buy a better imagination. –rr. 3/4/04 Manila RP.