Chapter 12: Martyrdom "Golden Girl. Step forward." It was the Duc's voice, cold and commanding. Though Dorée was victorious in her first competition at the Chateau, she would get no praise from him. He had lost his wager against her, and he was not about to mask his displeasure. But Dorée was too far gone for fear. She stepped forward, curtseyed deeply, a...
With much affection and thanks to Ralph. [This is a chapter in a series; it will make more sense if you read the earlier chapters first but you need not do that to enjoy it. This story does involve bodily functions and some significant disciplining, so if any of that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] ***** For some time...
Spokes couldn't believe this was happening. He thought he'd gotten his father out of his life forever. Dad had been a nasty fuck in the past, both he and Mom. Spokes had been a tough kid, but he'd often been embarrassed by his folks in front of his friends. Spokes and his friends were leather clad bikers, and they hung out with hot little chicks with big h...
There had already been the civil ceremony with family and friends present and it was a great occasion, but what Jo and Roger had both really been looking forward to was the other ceremony, the secret ceremony. Here is the order of events for that special occasion: 11am Trinity, as priestess, in head-dress and black silk robes, asks the guests to rise. The...
Salem turned another page of Mirabella. This was so much better a magazine than Cosmo. Jessica Alba looks fat. Oh well. The howling and banging from upstairs seemed to have subdued. The door opened and the guys came bounding down the stairs. Male bonding, right? There he was, naked, awash in slashes. Long welts up and down his back, buttocks, chest and pot...
Dear Shoeblossom Men call me a tease. I guess I come by it naturally. I love getting guys in trouble. I remember when I was about nineteen or twenty, getting to know my new stepbrother. Mom had married a fire-and-brimstone preacher type, he was rich, and I think later she got sick of him monitoring her TV time and then she took him for a lot of cash. But...
The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The conversation they had with each other was conducted in sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various mutilations, they w...
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...
"The rules are simple." The lean, almost gaunt man rose from behind his desk and strode towards Claire. His manner and tone were not unkind. She had expected him to be more severe... more predatory... but he was simply matter-of-fact. He handed her something metallic. "The key to the front door." Claire didn't look at the key. She stuffed it into her coat...
"Jesus, Spider, what a freak you are." Millisande snorted as she watched her poor husband strutting uncomfortably across the bedroom. She stepped up to the big man in the little pink frock and she twisted his right nipple, watching with pleasure as he winced. "Millie, please, it hurts." "It should hurt, a little bitch faggot like you needs a little hurtin...