Chapter 3: The Stinging Nettle Season Was Open Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story. I went to playground and, as I had thought, there were many three-foot-long nettle stalks under some elder bushes. Aroused about how a spanking with these switches would feel, I gently touched one of the soft green leaves with my fingers. It hardly hurt. In my...
I saunter into the Torture Palace, I nod to the subs cuffed in the dungeon pit. My eyes resting on one, I nod, he walks to me and I escort him to my chair, where he kneels at my feet. "Please would you be so kind as to bring me a teapot of boiling water, a tea strainer, a silver spoon and a cup and saucer? I prefer the white fine china service." My full dee...
Our relationship was going in a totally different direction to what I had ever imagined. It had started out as just two people having some fun, granted it was what many people would consider perverted fun, but harmless fun in reality. But now, it was as if we were both on an express train to sado-masochistic depravity. The really scary thing was of course th...
And it is here I will take up again briefly: I remembered writing Jane a nettle dare; even the odd detail from it. I knew I didn't have the e.mails stored in the same way anymore, there had been so many girls before and after Jane, with different tastes that in the end the conversations and pictures had been moved in to files, then on to drives and then mor...
As I lay on top of the vaulting horse with a clear view of Leonardo and Venus who were both still assuming the position. I focused on the sensations assaulting my body, my cock stretched by the leather cock trap, my cock and balls held in a vise like grip by the "lips" of the leather "pussy", my nipples tormented by the twist lock clamps attached by the smal...
I. Just Another Day of Lisa Stingray Author's Note: the first story from "The Island" series where we met Lisa. *** It was dusk when the girl entered the park and headed to the playground. At this late October evening, the park looked abandoned though there were enough lampposts and the illumination was excellent. The girl knew that there should be nobody...
It was a toy sword pushed down my trousers at the age of ten that felt strangely nice that started my masturbation practice, and like almost every man (woman too) on the planet, I've been practicing lots ever since. I'm married and we have a great sex life but I still like to pleasure myself. Reading about how Romans used to beat themselves with branches of...
When I first retired, well, was forced into a spell of inactivity by redundancy and the lack of effort, both on my part and the employment office, I found myself kinda at a loose end. I only had twelve months left on me mortgage plus the outstanding balance of a bank loan on the car and a couple of hundred on a washer drier, which was all covered by PPI. S...
Prince ran rapidly, back to his damsel in distress. What did they mean exactly when they shouted out behind him 'kiss her on the lips, the ones you find on her face?' He puzzled, what? How did they know? Did they? He recollected what his haggard old nanny had once confided, that though people could well be asleep they did indulge in somnambulism as well as...
[This is a chapter in a series. You will find it more satisfying if you read the earlier chapters first, but that is not necessary. The story features incest, spanking, caning, and bodily functions. If any of that offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] ***** Joan was feeling that she had settled into effective management of both...