Most often there are one or two males in charge of the whole organization on behalf of the group. First step and almost the most important thing in a gangbang is a proper selection of the right slut.
It is now up to the group, if they want to trust this to the "organizing committee" or not. Once a certain routine has been established and several gangbangs have been successfully staged, they might want to leave that work to the committee.Keep on reading
In a D/S relationship it's not always the case that the dominant part has to come up with ideas of punishment or tasks for the sub.
One of my former slaves was so submissive, she literally inundated me with ideas of how to fill the life of our almost 24/7 master/slave life. Often I punished her by rudely denying to even listen or by ridiculing her suggestions.
One day she came up with the nasty idea of having to drink sperm out of condoms.
Up to that point we had an almost monogamous relationship, except for some occasions where I let her be used by one or the other of my closest friends. But her quest for emptying a content of a condom made no sense, if there were only a few cum loads.More on the condom thing
All the men were seated in big leather armchairs, forming a circle.
There was 10 of them, all smoking cigars, and one giving the orders.
No, no buts... spread your legs ...
(It was quite a sight having his secretary completely exposed but for a pair of high heels - and about to masturbate in front of a bunch of businessmen. He eyed her closely shaven pussy. Poor little thing was dying in shame.)
Women just love to go out and dance. That's for sure.
There seems to be something in the genes that makes them enjoy dancing, moving their bodies, swaying in a rhythm. So why not make the best out of that fact?
When she insists again, make her dance in a slightly different way: tie her and choose on of the most stinging whips rather than a thudding punishment device like a paddle.
Stinging whips are guaranteed to make her "sing", which is obviously closely connected to dancing. However, if you prefer not to hear her singing, just use a mouth gag.Read more
But what about fucking her face? What about deepthroating a Japanese hottie?
Do they like it rough? Deepthroated by a gang like white bitches often do?
Well, here you go: Check out the candidates!
Mandy wasn't satisfied, at least not sexually. Over the past few weeks her appetite for the bizarre sexual gratification had grown to where normal fucking and sucking weren't sufficiently stimulating to her.
She was on her drive towards home, when she saw an adult book shop on the side of the road and thought about buying a large dildo. Mandy pulled over into the parking lot and went inside the shop. It was 2 a.m. and only a few cars were in the lot.
She felt a little awkward going into the sex shop dressed the way she was. Her short tight skirt that showed off her long legs and the halter top that exposed a lot of her breasts made her look rather whorish.
But she thought it would be a quick in and out just to buy a toy to play with. Once she got inside there were two men at the counter by the register. There was a third man in the room adjacent where the movie booths were, but Mandy couldn't see him because it was so dimly lit.
After a few minutes deciding what to buy and feeling the eyes behind the counter fixed on her, Mandy chose a long twelve inch black rubber dick. She brought it up to the counter to pay.
"Hey, baby," the big burly black man said. "I'm Dan. Why does a beautiful lady like you have to buy a rubber dick? Wouldn't you rather have a real one?"Keep on reading
Day 2 - Morning
I hadn’t slept well. No wonder: I had been lying awake for hours thinking about this meeting and my fantasies and my life at large.
There had to be a change – that thought was finding its way from the depth of my mind, getting clearer and clearer. It seemed as if these fantasies had always been there, but never surfaced. I had to let them come up.
I felt like I could not go on suppressing, what was obviously so strong, so luring. I just did not know how to proceed. Confess to my assistant?Keep on reading