Last episode In the last episode, I had gone over to Dianne's house for another afternoon of torture and torment - for her. In part 4 I had her tied to her bed and had already tortured her with nipple clamps on her pussy lips while massaging her and teasing her clit. I had removed the clamps from her labia and allowed her to relax before bringing out the v...
After about a month of being dressed up and acting as a female, trying out all the different outfits we had purchased and Shelley feeding her strap on cock to my willing mouth and ass every chance she got. My ass and mouth was now well and truly broken in. Shelley came home one arvo with a flyer advertising a special night club, which was dedicated to party...
Not everybody can be Christian Grey or even aspire to that level of luxury. Most people in the BDSM scene are required to be budget conscious as a singular purchase can blow the weekly toy allowance out of the water for a month. So I thought I would write my "How to..." essay on how to build a fabulous toy box on a budget. Firstly grab yourself a medium-siz...
Before going to sleep the night before, I forgot to untie the two sluts and as a result both woke up at 7.30 am with severe cramping in their arms and wrists. Seeing any form of apology as a sign of weakness, I shrugged my shoulders and informed them that it must have been the way they had turned during the night. I now released them and ordered Stephanie...
I'm assuming if you're reading this, you've read part 1 to get the gist of where I was at... After Maggie passed, it took me a good spell to get my head back in the right place. A number of women served as a distraction over this period of course, but it wasn't until I started to get my focus right that I came across Mistress J. Now it may surprise you...
"I am just so happy that we've finally made up," Nicole sighs, her breathing getting heavier. She is inches away from me, sitting opposite me on the white comforter, out legs intertwined. "I'm just you're helping me pack" I breathe into her ear, eliciting a small gasp from her. We have, of course, abandoned packing to the depths of my floor, open boxes te...
I pick up the phone tentatively and whisper into it, "Hello?" "Good evening Grace, I'm so sorry to bother you so late. Kathy said she had the feeling that you were awake." "I...actually am" I respond, feeling a bit taken aback but also relieved to talk to someone I didn't have any drama with. "How is the tattoo healing and did you get your package?" "It...
Ch2 - Revelation "Me? I'm your captor," the boy (teen? eighteen?) replied, "but you can call me Colin. No, wait, I did that wrong. One minute..." Colin turned around, deliberately coughed to clear his throat, and turned to face Ria, paying no mind to the rage that disfigured her beautiful countenance, before continuing. "Me? I'm your cap...oh, gods, I reh...
Helena Smith-Barrington is a sixty-year-old woman originally from the City of Birmingham, Alabama, who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, during the real estate craze affecting the Capital of Canada. Far from her southern comfort zone, Helena had to adapt to a brand new environment. Fed up with the direction the economy in Alabama was going in, Helena dec...
Vicki was a bit unhappy with her husband. Of late, Tom had been rather, well, unsatisfactory. She decided to take steps, and hopefully teach him the lesson that she was not to be taken for granted. She made a couple of online orders, and after they arrived, dropped by the post office and mailed what would be an important package for her spouse. It was Friday...