She wasn't supposed to be there. She was supposed to be at work. She wasn't supposed to be at his house. But she was. She showed up at his place early in the morning. She was wearing the dark blue scrubs she wears for work everyday. Her long brown hair hung down over her shoulders. She was beautiful. She stood in his doorway as a chill ran over her from the...
This is the eighth and final chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem offering humiliating punishments 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 adore and cherish my beautiful wife. She not only tells me how much...
It had been a long day. Josie leaned back into her seat on the train home from work. Her head was hurting and she was desperate to get home, relax, and spend some time with Alex. She and Alex had been together for 3 years. Their relationship was a fun one; sex was still a high priority for both of them, even after all this time. Tonight was a particularly e...
The clover clamps are attached to my nipples. I'm naked and blindfolded. My arms are behind my back, left hand holding right forearm; right hand holding left forearm; bondage tape holding them securely in place. My legs are cuffed to the spreader bar at my ankles, and the bar is extended as wide as it will go. There are two weighted metal kegel balls inserte...
He looked down at her, reclining in the bathtub with her eyes closed, a glass of wine held loosely in her hand. The water covered her body, which was mostly obscured by the bubbles. Her large breasts were buoyed by the water almost to the surface, and he could just see her nipples peeking up from under the bubbles. He reached down and gently removed the g...
XII. Mistress returns The sound of voices stirred him from his partial slumber. It was Mistress Wendy, he noted immediately, with relief. Not a maid. But there were other voices. They sounded like those of the couple in the units adjacent to the Sundown units. "No, kidding, he does that?" he thought he heard from a female voice, not his Mistress's. "Well,...
The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistres...
Michelle part 6. She proves her worth as a slave This story if fiction, and no body is under the age of 18. Introduction: For those of you following my stories, this almost concludes the development of Michelle as my number one slave. If you would like to hear more about her please drop me a message. *** That was my cue to get up and place the toys I'd...
I hear the front door open and my pussy gushes. M had emailed me specific instructions about an hour ago, leaving me very little time to prepare. I have removed and neatly folded the comforter. I placed the toys on the bed just the way He likes. My tits, legs, ass, and cunt are all smooth and oiled. I am completely naked except for the cuffs on my thighs and...
Suzanne put a piece of trash form the party into the bag she was holding. Taking a deep breath she looked around room, pleased to see almost everything back in order. She felt a pair of hands go around her waist. "Slave you almost earned a Good girl", her Master told her as he kissed the top of her blonde head. Daniel her Master went and sat on their flora...