Thanks to Thor for Editing. ***** Slave managed to get her nipple out of my mouth in the morning and was sucking for her breakfast. Waking to a blowjob has got to be one of the best ways to wake up if my opinion counts. After I dumped my cum down her greedy throat, she made me breakfast. Then she went off the do her morning woman stuff. I gave the house...
She stood, stock-still. Waiting. He had circled and was now pacing behind her, swishing his heaviest cane through the air, the sound it made both terrifying and erotic. She felt the tip of it stroke the curve of her right buttock, then the left. He slipped it between her legs, pressing upwards and against her slick cleft. She stumbled slightly, attempting to...
Mistress Sarah's guiding hand brought Dana through the bustling corridors of the club underground. Tonight it was seething with activity as the employees prepared for tonight's big show. Dana watched, amazed, at the energy and the dedication of Mistress Sarah's slaves and subsidiary dommes. It was like a leather and latex anthill, whose slim little queen wa...
This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it's mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That's me! My house is on the small side. It's a ranch/rambler. It's pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my pain...
Or how my wife became a Shoe whore and Exhibitionist. It all started with the shoes. My normally sensible and conservative wife and I were shopping. We walked past a top end shoe store where she spied a pair of 6-inch designer jeweled high heels. She was all gaga over them, which was normal. "They're too tall for you, as the highest pair you claim to b...
[One Year Earlier] "Oh, come on, PIN HIM!" "I swear, if Cena kicks out again, I'm watchin' hockey from now on!" Delilah and Mac are enjoying a quiet evening of watching WWE Monday Night Raw at Mac's house. Both of them are resting comfortably on the couch, with Del sitting on the right side, and Mac on the left. Mac is already in his pajamas: a pair of bl...
CHAPTER 1 The little girl was crying, on the sidewalk outside Fitzherbert's Arcade. Acacia crouched in front of the child, ascertaining the tears welled from uncertainty rather than panic. Acacia, being the eldest in the family had helped raise the tailenders of her mother's six other children so knew how to read signs and how to react. "Oh my your dress i...
There was a definite sense of finality in the loud 'click' of the lock at the back of the pig's head mask she had placed over my head. She set out my speech options as she unpacked the pig-trotter extensions she was going to place on my arms and legs. Basically, while dressed up like a pig I was allowed to say 'oink' and nothing else. Two 'oinks' meant 'yes...
Chapter 8A -- Don't you look back? My final gasp of sated pleasure mingled with Emma's muffled sigh of deep delight as I slowly withdrew from her and lifted myself to rest on my knees beside her. I turned her over onto her stomach and undid the knot of the brightly patterned headscarf that I had tied tightly around her mouth and head to gag her. As I began...
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