"You're gonna love my ma and pa, I just know it." Billy just loved the way Hattie Mae talked. Especially with her mouth full and her tongue swirling around his swollen manhood as she rhythmically squeezed his balls. It was a truly fine way to talk, with the vibrations of her vocal cords caressing the sensitive folds of his foreskin. Her accent was cute as w...
Hi, this is the first part of a longer story. I'll upload the rest if anyone would like me to. Otherwise, thank you so much for reading! Alex ***** These handcuffs are quite tight. They'll definitely leave a mark. That doesn't concern me right now though. Sometimes he uses the 'fuzzy cuffs' as if they're less harsh on the skin. That's purely aesthetic, tr...
"I am yours Mistress." Said Morgan. "Louder." Commanded the cool voice behind her. It was accompanied with the sharp 'THWACK' of a whip and a harsh sting on Morgan's bare ass turning red from the abuse. After the whimper of pain Morgan was able to eek out an: "I'm yours Mistress!" "Damn right you are." Said the voice behind her. Morgan shivered. She felt...
***All characters are over 18*** "Enter Slut," a voice loudly orders in response to a soft knock on the door. A petite long haired blonde submissively enters the room wearing the sheer white silks of a virgin slave girl. The stone walled room is furnished modestly, a wooden table, stool, a bed, a small chest, and a fire place. A torch is burning on the wa...
Are You ready for Your mistress? Filthy slut? Filthy slut if I'll SMS You need to send back immediately a sms. Sorry Mistress Your Slut stood under the shower to flush out its anal cunt. This horny whore will keep its mobile phone if there is a chance that Mistress will contact Her Filthy slut. To answer Your question. Yes Mistress Your slut is prepared...
My public face is fun, wacky, creative, independent. My friends think I'm uninhibited, carefree, sexually liberated. But that's mostly a facade- underneath the bubbly Marilyn, is a dour nun. The voice in my head is a rigid, guilt-ridden, self-loathing person, and sometimes I need to bring it out, it's cathartic. I need to be treated the way I deserve, to ind...
Bryan was already sweating nervous bullets as he walked through the inconspicuous door marked with a large drawing of a pink web, the mark of the Orb Weavers Inn; a private club for very specific trysts. The street was almost empty of people, the building an inconspicuous hotel. As he opened the door, the concrete and brick outer wall immediately gave way to...
“Let me see the soap.” Was it his words that ricocheted, or the slam of the front door behind me in the tile floored entry? “Place it on the dining room table, and then come in here to me.” My high heels clicked on the floor as I tried both to respond quickly, and yet appear cool and in control. He was waiting for me, standing in front of his customary c...
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...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...