This is the third in the "Great Recession" series of short stories. It picks up immediately after the second. This and all future stories are dedicated to my own Goddess and Queen, my wife, Mistress Marie. _______________ Laura's collaring was not as significant as I might have led you to believe. She immediately explained it was a training collar for the...
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Lori continually teased and tormented my poor cock and balls for hours at a time 3 or 4 times a week. I was milked weekly as usual. Ashley made appearances from time to time but as yet had not brought me another creampie to eat. I was hoping she had forgotten. After a couple of months Lori removed my ball stretcher a...
It was late July and Sister Joanne was walking back to the convent after inspecting the apple orchard. She would do this more and more frequently through summer, thinning the fruit and improving the crop. The orchard was some 2 miles from the convent and she enjoyed her walk as it allowed her to relax, and let her mind wander away from her religious teaching...
This is part two of a story involving cuckolding and male power exchange. Please read no further if this offends you. --------- I was on my knees, helping my wife Kelli attach her garter belt to her stockings. I leaned forward and planted on a kiss on her newly trimmed pussy. "Now, now," she said, "Let's save that for Ron." Based on the email that he sen...
It had only been about two-plus weeks since Marian had been taken in by Karen and Emily when Karen's mom had appeared at their door needing a place to stay. Karen had not spared any of her increasingly dominant persona making sure that Marian understood from the start who was in charge. Her mother had not responded with alacrity to being subjected to her dau...
Preamble This story was part of a, I guess I might call it a chastity challenge. I allowed an online friend to control my masturbation for an entire month. She could determine when I could or couldn't touch myself, how I did it and when I could or couldn't cum. She would occasionally send me challenges which may or may not affect how much I got to do to my...
***The story contains bi thoughts and actions. If these offend you, consider yourself kindly warned. ... If you want to help me with editorial advice for the next installment of "Fag Boys Suck", feel free to contact me.*** ***** After a month of fruitless and fervent masturbatory séances and generally unproductive attempts to find a Mistress, me and my gir...
A few months had passed since the wild Christmas party, which had found me bound, beaten, ass-fucked, and humiliated in front of more people from my past. I was busy washing Mistress Chantz's convertible in a skimpy white string bikini and matching heels, with my hands bound behind my back, which was obviously quite a sight for the neighbors. By now I was us...
I sat flipping through the pictures on my phone. The first one had come exactly a year ago, it showed my beautiful Rubenesque wife sitting on a bar stool smiling into the camera. Her flaming red hair cascaded down her back falling almost to her waist and her thick gorgeous thighs were on display in the photo as the deep black velvet dress she wore rode high...
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