Agnes was getting more at ease and confident controlling Jake's masturbation. She preferred to think of her actions, even the more risqué ones, as essential even if unpleasant elements in taming and controlling his animal urges. In her mind she often managed to find an ironic appropriateness that she was using those same urges and desires to keep them within...
So, here's the deal yea, the government has passed a bill allowing the chastity of Futanari rapists. Its is your job to turn them into productive members of society, one way or another. In this story, you take up the mantle of a Professional Keyholder with full power over multiple Futanari's ability to pop or pressurize their needs while they serve their tim...
To refresh what Cub wrote, I had the choice of any or all of the following for her punishment. 1. Paddling using a wooden or leather implement. No hand will be used as the submissive finds great pleasure in a hand spanking. 2. Figged with ginger or a ginger coated plug for a minimum of twenty minutes and a maximum of 24 hours - plug or ginger to be reappli...
A man, in the uniform of black breeches, shirt and Casanova mask entered the courtyard behind Lucrezia. In his hand, he held a long cane, with which he carelessly stroked Lucrezia's protruding behind. She struggled, a string of profanities audible only as whimpers. 'You have forgotten your manners, my little one. You are a superb trainer of women, but you m...
Note- This is just an homage to the work of Ian Fleming. I do not own the rights to his writings. xxx Berlin, October 1951. x Jane Moneypenny shrieked again as her tormentor assaulted her exposed vagina for the umpteenth time. The prickling of cool sweat on her naked skin merged with the wetness between her legs and the damp curls of her hair on her fore...
If you aren't into chastity stories, please don't read, and don't leave dumb comments. If you haven't enjoyed the previous 8 chapters, you probably don't need to read or comment on this one. If you have read the previous chapters, you know that Kate finally unlocked me from a 2 week lockup, only to ruin my orgasm, and locking me back up. Kate's new plan is...
I stayed in the shower for what seemed like too long. No matter how much I rinsed my mouth, the harsh, powdery taste clung. Defeated, I finally got out and dried off. I walked into the bedroom to see that he had gotten out the rope and was busy tying lengths to opposite bedposts. Once again, my pulse was in my throat. "Can't I... just... stay still?" I ask...
Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the...
[Setting the scene: this chapter takes place during the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. As King Théoden lies dying at her side, Éowyn faces down the Witch-king. Meriadoc the Hobbit is nearby, alive but overcome by horror. Caution: this chapter contains violence and nonconsensual sex.] 15 March 3019 (Third Age), Pelennor Fields "Come not between the Nazgûl a...
This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways 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 am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me tha...