I enter the house and see a white box with a yellow bow interlaced with a neon green one with the word "Slut" written on the attached envelope. Knowing what it means, I open it with trembling hands. "Slut, Wear only what is in the box, and everything in the box. Kneel by the dungeon door and wait. Do not delay, we will be watching. -M and M" Without hesi...
You tie me up. You fuck me. In all my holes. Until I'm ready to explode. But you deny my orgasm every time. (I guess bad girls don't get to orgasm. Whores that don't know how to please daddy don't get rewarded.) After you have teased me to the edge over and over you get up and disappear. When you come back you shove a thrusting butt plug in my ass. You secur...
With great respect for the Constables of Nueces County, Texas. I've been out of pocket for quite a while so I haven't posted any stories. Hope y'all like this one. Teddy TwoHorse. * Depending on who you talk to, Bounty Hunters are either a particularly odious form of life, scavenging on the dregs of civilized people, or they're useful predators, taking...
I can sense your getting ready. I can sense the heat from your body. I can sense your sexual desire. Oh how I can sense it. Yes. The lipstick. Not to bright a shade. A nice light color to enhance your natural skin color Oh fuck yes. A nice long, deep, wet kiss. Just what I need. No, not what I need. What I crave. Yes, I haven't been kissed like this since...
I lay there on the bed, not resisting as he tied me to the headboard. He had stripped me naked slowly, kissing each new patch of bared skin as my clothing fell to the floor, and now he stood over me, securing first my wrists and now my ankles to the bedposts, spreading me out for his pleasure. He, himself, was still fully dressed, and I could see his erectio...
Not reality, but a memory all the same. Names have been changed to protect the guilty... ***** Afterwards, we lay together in the tangled sheets, the air about us hot and humid, like a summer's day in some exotic climate. Belinda's head lay on my chest, her wild mane of black hair spread across my chest and throat. I stroked her back lightly with both hand...
"Hi baby," I murmur, my thumb stroking back and forth across your lips. "H...hi..." you answer, your words still punctuated by his fucking. "Are you having a good time?" "Y...y...yes...." I slip my thumb into your mouth and feel you swirl your tongue around it, the pressure of your lips wrapping around and sucking it insistently, your eyes still lookin...
I kneel at Master's feet, beside his office chair as he works. He ignores me other than stroking my hair with his fingers. But it's good enough for me. Lately we haven't been talking much, but I think it's part of my punishment. I had recently been caught masturbating without permission, right in the middle of cumming while quietly moaning "I'm sorry Master"...
Nervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single ominous black door, I walked down and knocked, "You may enter." Came the quick curt reply. Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind...
She was on her knees. Her head down on the pillow. Her hands bound in front of her. She was attached to the headboard. Semi-clothed. Her blouse torn open and shredded. Her bra unclasped and dangling underneath her. Attached to each of her nipples were clamps. The clamps were connected by a thin metal chain. Her tits ached. Her skirt was hiked...