Short and to the point. That was how she'd described herself to me when she was my client. Kate. A little woman, always dressed in a shell suit and top, three hoop earrings per ear, a baby in her arms. Blonde hair scraped back in a ponytail, face scraped clean of makeup, all the high hopes with which she'd left school at the age of 16 gone in the interveni...
She had mentioned that we would be having an unique evening together this evening, but she never really quite explained what unique was to entail. It was about mid afternoon when she had made that proclamation and as she was doing so, her eyes lit up with that very special bratty look that I have come to enjoy. "Now my pet, I have a special treat for you be...
“You can’t even feel it anymore, can you?” She said as gazed dreamily down upon me, as I sat before her on the black, poured concrete floor of her dungeon. Her words dripping from Her lips like honey seeping from a honeycomb. Mistress Jill was the picture of royalty, seated before me. I felt as a knight presenting himself to the Queen. Her essence was...
I wrote this as a new style of writing, it is not my normal genre. Please read it with an open and accepting mind. Thank you. The cool night of early summer had set in fast as I walked home from work. My feet aching and my thighs burning from standing stationary all day helped the short walk seem longer. With my book tucked under my arm, my M&Ms in my han...
Chapter 3 Fun in a Shower As I wheeled into the bathroom, my eyes were dazzled by the bright florescent lights reflecting off the white tiles. Moving into the shower area; I lowered the seat in the shower stall; lifting myself onto it. Stepping in beside me, Cynthia slipped her thumbs beneath the elastic waist band of her black mesh thong; pulling it down...
The wind howled against the windows of the office. Each gust blew waves of powdery snow, thick enough to obscure buildings just across the street. In the street below, a few souls brave enough to endure the weather scuttled hastily in and out of the coffee shop that faced our office building. Most shops had closed. The forecast predicted that the blizzard co...
"Form an orderly queue! She's not going anywhere until you've each had a go!" Clanged the announcement that Brigitte's one-stop-shop spread legs were open for business. At that, a scuffle erupted behind her. Helpless to whatever outcome with her body caught up in the ropes and her pasty, nordic white girl booty on offer, Brigitte Lindholm could do nothing bu...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Royal Rumble!" the ring announcer says, causing an arena filled with people to cheer. It is filled with adult men and women, no kids, because even though this is a 'Royal Rumble', it is a 'different' kind of Rumble. "Oh my god, Michael Cole, I can't believe something like this is happening!" C...
I sat on the edge of the recliner looking at him in awe on the couch. My friend Jamie lay there sleeping soundly as I looked on. I always knew Jamie was different yet I would never had guessed this. I couldn't stop looking at his legs, one long tan leg smooth and shapely crossed over the other. An anklet on that leg. His toenails painted red and a toe ring...
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...