This is the eighth and final chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem offering humiliating punishments to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I adore and cherish my beautiful wife. She not only tells me how much...
“Help me Slut Girl” Slut Girl heard with her super hearing. “Oh no, someone is in need of my help” Slut Girl said. She span around like a whirlwind and seconds later was in her superhero costume. Black leather thigh high boots, a tiny black leather mini skirt with no panties, and a black leather basque with a big S on the front and SLUT on the back, and to f...
I've been married to Sarah for over fifteen years now, up until around three years ago we had a fairly vanilla sex life, perhaps making love, missionary style once or twice a week. Around three years ago I picked up our tablet computer and found she'd been looking at videos of submissive sex. This started a conversation where we both explored and discussed o...
*****Sharkies***** I still remember the night. It would not be a night easily forgotten. Let me assure the reader, the following is a true story. The following events actually happened to myself, and a friend of mine, a collegiate duffus named Ralph, one March evening, in our Pacific northwest college town. I was a sophomore at the time, struggling to earn...
CHAPTER TEN: Born Again Mrs Coombes stood outside the Victorian restaurant conversion and placed her glass down at the table . The heaters were on outside, but it was now dipping to zero again and her husband already was excited as even her breath looked like an exhale of smoke. They were alone outside, apart from a waiter clearing up glasses from the terra...
Five years into our marriage, I was getting bored. My wife Andrea was gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but you know how it is, time goes by, you get tired of fucking the same person. The thrill goes away bit by bit. I was spending a lot of time jerking off in the shower, thinking about the pussy I used to get when I was single. And I guess Andrea had noticed...
THE BIKER PARTY On my way home from work, I stopped at the local Burger Barn and picked up a bag of sandwiches for supper. I'd owned my old 1950 Harley Hydra Glide a couple of years by then. Bought it and a nearly new black Mustang fastback in 1965. So I'm guessing this was 1967, making me 28. 1949 or 1950 was the first year for hydraulic forks and 1950...
I love to masturbate! Not just my hand stroking my penis, but getting deep in my asshole. I do stroke my very beautiful cock like most men. But I am crazy about backing that ass up to a hard dildo and letting it spear my asshole until I can't take any more. I have stretch my anus out to a 16 ounce beer can size gap. I have advanced to fucking my ass three or...
I was seated at the bar in a very short leather black dress and black leather boots, showing my well shaped legs with a plunging cleavage that together with a push up bra accentuated my firm breasts. I swiveled the bar stool around, spreading my legs slightly looking to see who was in the bar of the 5 star hotel. There were about 6 single guys and 2 couples...
"Would you please just cool it? We haven't hung out with Michelle and Michael in a really long time, so it won't kill you to stay for just a couple hours..." It was one of those days where I simply didn't want to leave the house because I had so much to do, and yet there we were, on our way to visit some old friends anyways. I had asked that we try to cance...