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The Riding Crop Lesson

by Ellafun on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

This is dedicated to those of you who have left me such awesome feedback. A special thank you to the one who helped me work out the kinks . Ella. Last night after we made love and you left me, I replayed our conversation in my head. We've known each other for a long time, so I admit that it surprised me to hear you say that sometimes you have a hard time...

Kaley's Riding Crop Fun

by 123z on Jan 14, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Note- Another imagined tale of a young (nineteen) Kaley Cuoco after she had just had her breast enhancement. She was so hot at that time. xxx December, 2018. It had been a wonderful Christmas at home in L.A. with her new husband and Kaley Cuoco and Karl had retired after a long day. As she lay on her side in bed she looked across the room at the brand ne...

Afternoon with the Riding Crop

by Tequila8me on Jan 29, 2020
Erotic Couplings

For several days my husband I were hoping to get laid. Every day, something came up (not his cock) and I missed out. Well, one day he was laying in bed reading an erotic story and playing with his dick. I looked at the clock and knew this would not end well. After 10 minutes of gently stroking his dick, our daughter walked in and the fire went out. Finally...

Anneliese's Education

by justincbenedict on Jan 20, 2020
BDSM

Joelle knelt with the riding crop in her mouth, watching Master Crixus fucking her sous chef. She wondered if Anneliese would ever respect her again. Such a sweet Goth-hippie girl, and a hard worker! This was a thrill all right, being subjugated by your lover and your employee...but it really might harm their working relationship. Joelle owned a jumpin' re...

The Crop

by lilkristin on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

...kristin is startled by the sudden opening of her front door, but only briefly. It is Sir John, of course. her eyes are immediately drawn to the leather riding crop in His hand, something she had wanted for some time now, and is so distracted by the sight of it that she has not yet spoken or moved from the spot where she was standing when He entered the ro...

Crop

by frustratedcollabs on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

A Collaboration between Loxarchos and frustratedthoughts "Well, I'm here to recover my riding crop," he said with a grin. "I suspected that you snatched it." He tapped the leather crop against his palm. Clearing her throat, she lifted her eyebrow, and said, "Um, what are you going to do with that crop, Jere?" He looked at her with a smirk, and casually cr...

A Lesson in Cock Control

by subby1der on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

The crack of the sleek riding crop blistered the silent darkness and echoed off the concrete walls as it hammered another violent battery on the hard, throbbing penis that was its target. The owner of the tortured cock made the only other sound detectable in the gloomy darkness, in the form of muffled grunts and cries; responses to the assault on his manhood...

In the Stacks Pt. 03

by Delilah_Morgan on Jan 21, 2020
Fetish

The leather tongue of the riding crop came down on my proudly erect left nipple, forcing me to cry out. My feet scrambled for purchase on the floor as my whole body reacted to the slap on my tit, but I was too high off the ground. The handcuffs cut into my wrists until I could still myself enough to get my toes back on the cool cement. I hung there, my arms...

Messy Riding Lessons Ch. 02

by tarred on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

I found the note on my tack box. It was certainly clear in its instruction, a shiver ran down my body as I re-read the text. I had a decision to make, would I follow the instructions or walk away. Although it seemed that simple this was the step into the unknown, two days ago I had been discovered, mid-self bondage session by my riding instructress Hilary. S...

Messy Riding Lessons Ch. 04

by tarred on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...