(This is a re-write, I fixed two spelling errors (clothes instead of cloths) and a numeric error (80 total swats not 100). ------------------ Chapter 2. Kelly continued, "Oh my God! Jack wasn't kidding. He me that you liked to be tied up and spanked. I thought he was kidding." Trish spoke, "Ah - Jack is going to be right back so you better leave." She c...
Copyright 2008 Part 1 ================== Jack and Trish Stephens had everything a couple could want - they were attractive, wealthy enough to have a big house and a maid, Trish didn't work, and they both loved sex. Trish liked sex as much or more as Jack did - and they liked kinky sex. Trish liked being tied up and spanked - liked to suck on Jack's cock...
She turns her head toward the door...eyes meeting Masters. He nods toward the door, his face a mixture of sternness and evil pleasure. She nods, rising from her knees. She tosses her hair back, opens the door, her jaw tightens at the sight of 4 more black men of various sizes. She gulps...pulls the door open. "Please, please come in." The men squeeze thru...
For the context of this story read, "Interview at the BDSM Club." Pam and I stopped for lunch and talked about the things of that we experienced at the BDSM Club the previous night. We still could not believe how turned-on we were, even though last night had been non-stop sex. We talked about the things we had done at the instruction of Dr. Liz and Dr. Emil...
This story involves BDSM and crossdressing, change of lifestyle and full submission both mentally and physically. If this is not for you feel free to read elsewhere, please. ***** "Yes." Was all I replied. I saw her nod to Cindy and felt Cindy behind me and the cold steel of the handcuffs go back on my wrists, Cindy shut them, and I heard the ratchets go...
Our good girl transforms to a clumsy naughty maid I lay across my husband's lap, his thick rod pressing up against my stomach. I am blindfolded. My hands are cinched at my lower back, covered with my skirt folded over my backside. My breasts dangle out of the dress, my tits gripped by unforgiving clamps. I tension my toes to keep my heels on my airborne fee...
This is a much larger story broken into chapters. Please read in order, as it may not make sense if you don't. I'd be glad for any feedback you may have. ___________________________________ Sandra lay down next to me, breathing fast, teasing my cock as it started to soften. I turned toward her and kissed her. She brought both of her hands to my face and r...
Meeting Gustavo Monica Garza's austere, coprolite-like walls, covered with aquarelles of men in tutus and women's swimwear, are sound-proof, and Gustavo must intuit or presume this since, once inside, his voice climbs in pitch in a way it wouldn't in any other of her condo's rooms. In the little kitchen, for instance, he nearly whispered. The tutu- and wome...
"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" The amplified voice booms over the massive stage and the packed audience as its owner, an immaculately dressed middle-aged man strolls out into the view, followed by the spotlight. "To our returning guests and viewers, welcome back. To those joining us for the first time: it will be worth your time. Just a quick re...
The women took great pleasure in treating him like a small child as they stood around him, their full mature bodies displayed and their excited nipples brushing against his flesh as they all padded him dry. They smiled as his cock stood erect while his balls were towelled dry; each mothering him methodically and purposefully, bringing him down to the require...