Since Mexico she has me do little things to remind me that I am a trained cock slut now. I am milked twice a day to keep me accustomed to cumming on command. I am never allowed to wear underwear unless instructed, but she often makes me wear a snap-on cock ring underneath my clothes with ownership tags attached to it. I thought about that a lot more than not...
I stood at attention, naked, legs spread slightly apart with my hands clasped on top of my head. Lisa liked her slut ready to perform. Her training had left my cock semi-erect all the time now, even when it wasn't being used. My god, how had I become a sexual amusement for these women? According to the woman who trained my cock to respond, I was an inherent...
For as long as I can remember, I've always had a thing for panties. Not wearing them. Seeing them, smelling them, touching them. And, of course, coming on them. I'm almost always turned on when I see a girl's panties. With the current trend of low-slung jeans and pants, my eyes are always on the lookout for a girl who's panties or thong are in view. I'll go...
It was just for fun she said. Just so we could enjoy our sex life better. Just two mature people looking for a little erotic adventure in an otherwise ordered and peaceful lifestyle. She wanted to play at being dominant. I was sort of excited by the idea of surrendering to her and experiencing what it feels like to be sexually submissive -- what people call...
Time passed. "Seriously, woman?!" Forty-three Sora said in a roar, holding his wife's cellphone, which displayed messages between Sora's wife and a police officer Sora was friends with in high school. "You want to suck him off today?! It's already bad enough I just found out he paid to have sex with you. How many other guys are you prostituting yourself to?...
It was 9:00 am, Sunday morning. I let you sleep since you had a busy day yesterday. Today would be nothing like yesterday. Today was the day you were going to be presented to your owner, you used to call her your wife, and her bull. I was standing in your door when you woke up. Cup of coffee in my hand. I had been up for hours and was fully dressed and read...
I'm sure that you remember Marcus from the Windsor family. You might recall that some time ago Marcus was given a pretty brutal punishment by this wife for essentially being inattentive to her needs and spending too much time at work. You see, the Windsor family are very rich; billionaires with a 'B' that is. Stinking rich. You also recall that the family is...
Dearest Doctor Gratiano, I had been enjoying your communications immensely, and had often wondered how I might actively profit by your insights, when a quick peek at my husband's browser history made it immediately clear that he could be made into the perfect obedient husband — or perhaps I should say wife? Things really began to develop after he was laid...
Arnold rushed out of his home and into his Buick, keyed in the ignition and screeched out of his driveway like the devil was after him. His palms were sweaty over the steering wheel, he breathed with feverish excitement, glancing at his watch almost every minute, hopping that he wouldn't take long to get what he'd gone out in search of. Nearly three blocks...
Mark sat on the edge of his cot still trembling from being shocked for the last hour in Mistress Diana's play room. It had been several months since he last saw his wife Patty. Mark remembered the last five meetings watching his wife being breed with those black men. Mistress Diana kept him in suspense all this time wondering if Patty had been impregnated w...