***NOTE: This is a continuation of Chapter One. It may seem to start a little abruptly if you have not read the first chapter.*** For the next couple of days, I gave my poor titties a break while the irritation cleared up. Every brush of my nipples against my clothing or the bedsheets was a torment there for a while, though. It wasn’t the normal kind of cla...
A few days later, Gretchen told me that she'd made an appointment for us with a therapist. "We really have stuff to discuss, Milesey." "What-what sort of therapist is he?" I asked nervously. "Are we going back to Dr.Strazewski again?" He had been the marriage counselor who had charged us an arm and a leg to "communicate" more. "No, Strazewski was air hea...
Chapter 3, The Punishment I was furious as I sat there at the kitchen table, trying to eat lunch.. Mistress was going out that night, going out with HIM, with Adonis! I knew Mistress would be very upset with me if she knew what I was thinking, calling him Adonis instead of Master Adonis and feeling like Mistress belonged to me instead of the other way aroun...
She could feel the ropes gradually getting tighter as he constructed an elaborate rope dress. She had forgotten how constrictive a rope dresses could be. She inhaled as much as her chest would let her and then slowly let it out. He tightened the ropes again. The next time she inhaled, it was harder to get a full breath. Some people might have told him the ro...
She nodded quickly, "p-p-please, let, let me cum. Please!" she begged him. Squirming as his fingers hit the mark and pushed her faster toward the edge. Fearing what may come if she did not get permission first, she held back with all her might. "PLEASE!" "Well my little toy, I suppose the answer will have to be... " She looked up with pleading eyes, it was...
My Pet Slut I trust you haven't been playing with your pussy while I was gone. If I find out otherwise, I will be most displeased. And we both know what that means. Take off your clothes, slut. Go find a lacy bra and your tightest lacy thongs. I want you to cut the lining off the bra cups – there should be nothing between the lace and your tits. Same goes...
This is a story, not representing anyone in real life. I had gone to get a haircut. It is a small shop that has 3 women and one man, I guess that is why I go there. It is not a salon; it is just a barbershop. Stylists don’t know how to cut hair; a plain taper in the back is beyond their skills. Anyway, my turn came and I got the older of the three women, th...
It's been a week since I was used and discarded like a common whore by Vishal and I've been hoping for his phone call every day since then. I even sleep with the phone switched on for the first time in my life, so as not to miss his call if he calls during the night. It's like I've turned into this needing bitch in heat by his abusing and humiliating me just...
It had been another average day at college. English class was a breeze as usual. The instructor never engaged with the students much, and although this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it made the class go by so slowly you thought you just might die. He was also always 25 minutes late, and well, that definitely wasn't a bad thing. It was almost as if he made...
In this story a wealthy and eccentric musician/sound recordist captures the scintillating song of his bound chanteuse. Bondage, sadism, "forced" toy and oral sex. * He likes her best this way. She is on her back, her ass midway off the piano bench. Her black silk clad legs are tied wide apart to the legs of the wooden altar, her pretty feet are in three in...