Captioned Photos - 7

I seem to be on a roll here with my captioned photos. Here is another batch of five for your enjoyment. Though some might seem mean while others might be enjoyable fantasies, I hope you like them all.

If you find them hard to read, just click on one and you can use the slide show method.

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Captioned Photos - 6

Here are a few more captioned photos for your enjoyment. They don't follow any specific theme. That's because I am just getting back up to speed on creating them. I hope you like them.

Captioned Photos-5

Here are some captioned photos I worked up recently. They fall under no special category. They are just photos that I saw that spoke to me. It happens. Anyway, here they are for your enjoyment.

I hope you enjoyed these...

nemo

Evolution of Sexual Desire

I don't know about you, but for me, I have gone through a long evolution in regard to my sexual desires. As I look back on my life, it's always been that way. Throughout my life, in spite of all the changes, there has been one constant... BDSM.

Of course, I didn't always know what it was called, but it was still there. I remember when I was only five years old I convinced a little girl to sit on a “sticker bush.” I held malice toward her, I just wanted to make her do it. Yes, I did get a sexual thrill from it. That was just the beginning of my sexual entrance into the world of BDSM.

As I grew older, my thoughts, my dreams, all seemed to take on a BDSM flavor. I tried simple bondage with my first wife. But by the end of my second marriage, that was not enough. That's when I moved into more serious things. I studied. I learned from others. Eventually, I became a dominant in my own right.

To make a longs story short, I eventually, found my perfect mate. A slave to call my own. One who loved serving me, feeling my whips, nipple torture, and whatever else my desires drove me to. We went through a rough period (not our marriage, but outside influences) that made us decide to put aside the BDSM stuff for awhile.

When we finally decided to take it up again, well, we did it differently. But I digress.

Once we decided to switch roles, I began reading stories and blogs and whatever I could find about male submissives. My desires started out wanting serve Mistress, then evolved into wanting to be physically tortured (whipped, paddled, electrified, etc.). I had read stories of chastity, but that didn't interest me... at the time.

As time went by, chastity, along with tease and denial became of interest. But things like cuckolding and bi-sexual activity were things I had no desire to ever do. I didn't want to be used in front of a group of people, either. That would be too humiliating.

Now, I am beginning to see the excitement that can be realized through humiliation. The sexual embarrassment, the thrill of being “forced” to do things I would not otherwise do. I still don't have the desire to be a cuckold, but I can see it coming, along with other things I used to think I would never do, much less have a great desire for.

So, if you are like me, and have gone through a evolution in sexual desires, all I can say, don't fight it. Don't push too hard or move too fast, but don't fight it. Allow yourself to be open to new and different experiences. Think of them as adventures you may someday have. Instead of fearing them, embrace the possibilities. Some things may never come, but when you have the opportunity for a new and different experience, open yourself up to the possibility that you just might enjoy it.

nemo

The Neighbors

As it turns out, we actually have neighbors who are into BDSM. A lesbian couple, Alice and Janet, recently moved into the house next door. Don't ask how we discovered this, just know that we did. As it turns out, Alice is a Dominatrix and Janet is her slave. We took the time, one afternoon, to get to know them and introduce ourselves. Just for the record, I was introduced as a “switch” so that I could be either dominant or submissive as they might require.

Alice was a bit over weight and was only about 5' 1” tall. She had ample breasts and was, in the end, pretty good looking. Janet was a petite woman of about 24 years of age. She was thin with small (A-cup) breasts. Both her nipples were pierced and she wore nipple rings to boot. Janet was an inch or two taller than Alice.

One morning, Alice called and asked Mistress if she could borrow me (as a sub) for a few hours. I was thrilled when Mistress said, “Yes.” She told me that I should report to Alice at 9:00am and that I should obey her as I would Mistress. So at the proper time I left the house and waked next door.

I knocked on the door and Alice answered it. She lead me into the living room where Janet was kneeling on the floor in front a large sofa. Janet was naked. Alice told me to undress and leave my clothes on the chair next to the couch. I did as I was told. Alice (whom I was to call Miss Alice) watched closely as I removed each item of clothing. That made me feel very self-conscious indeed. Janet had her back to me so she could not see me.

Once naked, I was ordered to lay on the dining room table. My arms and legs were then bound by Miss Alice while Janet remained in her original position. Her back was still to me. I was blindfolded and left on the table while Miss Alice ordered Janet to fetch her bag of toys from the bedroom.

After that, I was subjected to all kinds of torments and pleasures. I licked at least one pussy, sucked two different sized breasts, had my cock sucked and fucked by at least one of them several times all while being tortured with clothespins, electro-stimulation, tickled with feathers, had ice rubbed all over my body, and my cock was stroked in every way you could imagine. But in the end, I was never allowed to have an orgasm.

When it was finally all over, I was released and told that Janet was being trained to service men as well as women. I was also told that if I (as a dominant) ever wanted to use Janet, all I had to do was ask. I have to admit, I was looking forward to that.

When I arrived home, Mistress was on the computer. She called me over to take a look at something she found on the web. It was a video featuring yours truly strapped to a table while two women did what they wanted to my body. The entire two hour session was recorded and posted to the internet. That heavens I was wearing blindfold!

nemo

Brian's Story

Note: This story was sent to me (by one of my readers) via email. The names have been changed to protect the “innocent.” It is supposed to be true.

A long time ago I asked my wife to lock me in chastity. She was hesitant, at first, but grew to truly enjoy her new position of power. I would remain locked 24/7 except when she would remove my cage to tease me or simply clean me up. I was never allowed to masturbate until one day, after I asked her if she like cuckold me.

After giving my suggestion some (about a week) she decided that she would try it but she other things in mind for me as well. She sat me down and told me the rules:

1. I must remain her slave in all things at all times.
2. I must obey her every command no matter what is was or when she made it.
3. I would no longer be allowed to have sex with her under any circumstances.

Those were the rules and I could either accept them or we could continue with our regular chastity lifestyle as before.

I had to admit, I was scared. Hell, I was terrified because I had no idea what she had in mind for me. But after thinking it over, I did want to take our relationship further. So after thinking it over for a few days, I agreed to her terms.

I had not been allowed out my cage for the passed two weeks. In fact, every time my wife would tease me she didn't remove my cage. She would simply play with my balls while telling me fantasies. Some of the stories she would tell me would be about cuckolding, but most were about humiliating situations she planned to put me through. She even eluded to total feminization, something I had no desire to do.

Then, one evening, she invited some of her women friends over to the house for drinks. She made me shave my legs and wear a skimpy French maids costume. I was not allowed underwear of any type so my ass would be visible whenever I bent over and I am sure the women could see my caged cock below the hem-line.

My duties included answering the door and letting her visitors in, serving them drinks, and anything else they might desire. That, in itself, was humiliating enough, but at one point my wife ordered me to hold up the front of my short skirt so that all the women could see my cock cage. I even had to step in front of each woman in turn to give them a “good” look. I was totally humiliated by the experience. It turned me on enormously as well.

That night, after her guests had left, my wife asked how I felt about the whole experience. We talked about for over half an hour. It seems that she had always enjoyed the thought of humiliating a man in just such a way. Afterwords, my wife removed my cage and ordered me to masturbate for her. That's something she had never done before. It was very humiliating!

The following week, my wife invited the same group of women to the house for another evening of humiliation (for me). This time she inserted a plug into my ass before the party began and I was forced to bend over and show it to ever guest. As the evening progressed, my wife decided to show her friends just how much power she held over me. She removed my cage and ordered me to masturbate for the entire group. I came in a champagne flute and then drink it all down right there in front of them. It was my first time ever tasting my own ejaculate.

Eventually, these get togethers became a regular monthly thing and I was put through all kinds of humiliating activities. Then one evening, my wife announced that a friend of hers from work was coming over and she expected me to wear my usual maid's uniform and do whatever she might require of me. I was unaware, until I answered the door, that her “friend” was a man.

I am sure that my face turned all possible shades of red as soon as I opened the door, but I tried to be cool about it even though I suspected what might happen. I had to serve him just as I had the women, fetching drinks and snacks for the two of them. I had to show him my cage and offer to give him a blow-job. I was glad when he said he wouldn't be needing a blow-job from me. It didn't dawn on me then, there might be a reason that he didn't take me up on my offer.

At one point, my wife excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned, she was wearing a skimpy night gown with nothing underneath (which was obvious even to the most casual observer). She ordered me to take a seat in a corner chair while she proceeded to seduce the man from her office. They made out for awhile on the sofa. Then my wife began undressing her friend. They ended up fucking on the couch, twice! Once while she lay on her back and once with her being entered from behind.

I had all kinds of mixed emotions while watching them get it on, but as soon as they were finished, my wife called me over and had me lick her pussy clean right in front of the other guy. Having been made a part of it helped me to accept the situation. I still had some mixed feelings, but when my wife and talked (after her friend had gone), we both agreed that the pluses out weighed the minuses and she could proceed to do whatever else she might have in mind.

I am anxiously awaiting my next challenge. I don't know what it will be, but whatever it is, I am ready for it. I love the way my wife has taken over and played to both our fantasies. I have never felt more loved, or loving toward her than I do now.

Brian

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