Playtime: Masked or gagged? By TighterPlease Masked protocols stir the naughty girl to play. Male/female - married - bondage -- self-bondage - gagged - tied - submissive - punished --------------- "Was there a show you wanted to watch?" my good husband asked. He had been scanning the entertainment sites for 15 minutes, unable to find anything interesting...
Chapter one Samantha and Karen had set up the two meetings; they were both with friends of theirs, both with domme tendencies. My role was purely to take notes, at the first meeting I was introduced to their friend Louise as their secretary which I clearly found embarrassing, both Karen and Samantha both appeared to inadvertently used the word 'she' rather...
When I arrived at my first scheduled play date with the kinky lesbians Jude and Becky, I was extremely well prepared logistically. I had triple-checked the items I'd been instructed to bring and completed all my assigned tasks, including shaving my legs. Emotionally and psychologically, however, I was shakier. I had loved the impromptu feminization we had in...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********...
I have been interested in bondage for as long as I can remember. I can remember back to when I was just 6 or 7 and tying up my grandmother with string. When she would get home from work and after supper, she would sit on the couch and let me tie her. She always had a dress on and nylons. I guess that is were I got my love for nylon clad legs too. As I got o...
You've come home from work dressed in a dark executive business suit, a soft cream silk blouse and a white silk scarf around your neck. You walk up the flight of stairs, with me in toe. you're holding my hand and I follow, smelling and sniffing your clean black suit, kissing your bottom suggestively. We slowly seductively escalate the stairs. I tug at seem...
Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a...
Yes, you might say we're a bit of an odd couple: think Laura Bush meets George Harrison—except Cathy's husband isn't made of the same stuff presidents are made of, and I can't sing Happy Birthday without ruining the party. But we get on okay—as long as we don't talking politics, religion or country music! Sometimes it's a little disconcerting when I meet...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represen...
Another city, another business meeting. I decided to stay an extra day or two, after all I deserved it, plus no one knew me in this small out of the way spot. I checked into a motel on the outskirts of the city, a sleazy one. The room was everything I wanted, tacky green wallpaper, a big queen sized bed, tiny bathroom complete with a full length mirror, a c...