This story should be read in sequence. Please read the other two stories first. This story contains bisexuality, femdom, humiliation and cuckold scenarios. If any of these offend you, please move on to another story. I decided to place this in LovingWives as I was instructed this is the most appropriate place for this story. ***** After walking past, Natal...
I studied my handiwork on Daniel. It was not bad. Black spots now randomly decorate his nude body. I took the last piece of the costume in and gestured him to turned around. Daniel reluctantly offered me his ass. He was not exactly keen on the cow play or having his ass plugged with a real cow's tail, purchased for him by yours truly from a slaughterhouse...
"Tsk tsk, boy." he muttered, a small frown creasing the line between his brows. "You know how much I despise waste. Of course you will be cleaning that up before you are through here. And it has earned you another ten." The young man nodded his acceptance slowly even while a small whine of despair came through his nose. The skin of his ass and upper thighs...
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So we were in for an evening of kinky Sub/Dom fun. Both my girlfriend and I liked to be dominated if given the choice, but we've settled on a system of taking turns and tonight was my turn to be sex-slave for the evening. We like to build up to the main event, so at just after four, the preparations start. Jodie, my girlfriend, orders me to strip so that sh...
THE DREAM Dressed in a black lace babydoll chemise my satin red bra and matching thong can be seen, the only other clothing I have on is a black trench coat & 5" red peep toe pumps. As I walk down the hall & approach Ethan's door I am acutely aware of the bright pink box that's inside my oversized black satchel. I pause, take a deep breath & flush at the th...
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I was silently fuming as Marina worked the kinks from my lower back. Her oil slick palms and roughly digging fingertips worked the tension out slowly. The room was scented a deeply, rich with lavender and dragons breath from the incense burner cradled on a low bench in front of the massage table. I expelled a short “ugh” as Marina continued deeply stroking m...