Submit to Me Blindfolds keep a slave off balance. A blindfold makes you vulnerable and uncertain about what is happening. You cant see where I am or what Im doing; you dont know what precious treat or evil to surprise Ive gotten "hidden" right before your eyes. You cant see me, cant watch as my fingers trace your body in their mysterious path and cant see the paddle or the crop come down on your sensitive flesh.

Then as suddenly as it all started it stopped, and she lay motionless still across his lap, her legs quivering slightly as her red ass throbs after its abuse. "Now you will obey when I tell you something and you will never leave my house a mess." Taking a moment to compose herself she said "fine, Such a weak answer rewarded her with two more slaps to her ass, wincing under the new attacks. "Yes Sir, Richard corrects her. Finding her voice, copied him "Yes Sir. "That is better, " as he spoke his voice had softened and the harsher tone had evaporated.

She was waving pictures of me masturbating in front of my face. I tried to grab them, but she pulled back. "Ah, ah, ah. Besides, do you really think these are the only ones I have. I mean really, sis, you can be so dense sometimes. You know what this means, dont you?" I stared at her dumbly. "Huh?" She giggled.

When Richard decided it was time to marry, he specifically went to a smaller quiet town. A place where he could find a woman to mold into his idea of a perfect wife. He moved into a good home on the outskirts of the rural town. Making it a habit of attending the social functions, Richard can meet the local young women. His striking strong features were just one of his quality attributes that women saw the twenty-eight-year-old man.

Being young and mostly naive didnt mean that Marie could not figure out quickly what Richard wanted from her. However having the idea of what he wanted and actually knowing how to do it was two different things. Her uneasy look on her face gave enough away that Richard prompted her as to what to do. "Bend over and lick it", his voice while always strong was not heavy with anger or frustration. His voice always caused shivers to run over her body from hearing his demands.

So there I was--topless, pantiless, bent at the waist because my nipples were chained and locked to my sisters locker. The bell rang, and I heard the girls filing out. There was no chance that they would see me, hidden near the back amid the maze of lockers. I had to admit, being forced into this position turned me on, just like the handcuffs had. I couldnt help but sneak my hand down and touch my clit...

I stand before you dressed in a sheer black lace shirt and a tight black mini-skirt. As you notice me standing there, in the doorway, my tongue darts out from between my lips, moistening them. You gaze at them, desiring to taste them, to feel them with your own. Then, slowly I walk towards you, swaying my hips seductively in the dim light. You cannot see all of me, but you can clearly make out the outline of my curves and lies, the silhouette of my body.

Flustered by his forward question she hesitated and continued string the sauce answering quietly "I had not thought you really wanted me to do such a thing." She caught the growl that comes from behind her after having heard her answer. "Turn off the stove strip and go lay on the bed now," was the only thing she heard him say to her before he walked out of the kitchen and disappeared Hesitantly she stood there before figuring it might be in her best interest to listen to him for fear of angering the strong man further. A shaken hand reaches out to turn off the burners she walks quietly into the back bedroom.

When she was done, she slipped out the door and did not find Richard within the bedroom, or at least within sight. Realizing that Richard already told her what to do when finished she laid back onto the bed questioning quietly just what he had in mind next. Her internal mono logs were cut short as the door opened and in walked Richard holding something in his hand. He walked straight up to her laying on the bed, and examined her body. There was no hesitation as his hand touched her soft thigh, and stroked her inner leg as

They finally allowed me to dress and oh God, what if somebody sees up my skirt?. The actual leaving was anticlimactic, except for her parting words: "Oh, and you better not touch yourself, you horny little slut. If you do, Ill find out, and itll get even worse for you. And remember, its not just the pictures anymore, is it? Poor nipples"--she tugged the chain through my shirt--"just cant get away from those nasty little locks." It seemed like every class was up the stairs or down the stairs. There was always some asshole right below me, looking up.