I don t know how Jenny got home - and frankly I don t care. But like the good little slave she now was, at : am exactly, there was a timid knock on the door of my office. I waited a minute or so before telling Jenny to enter. Slowly the door opened and Jenny nervously entered my office. I waved to her and bade her approach my desk. Slowly, hesitantly she walked over to me and stood apprehensively in front of me.

We had initiated Susan and Amy into individual bondage, but over a cocktail last night, we had come up with the idea of melding them into a single tableau. A heavily boned wasp waisted corset started the outfit and that was followed, after we gloved and taped her fingers together, by a leather bondage jacket that we laced down the back just as tightly as possible. A wide leather belt went around her waist. Her arms went up her back in the reverse prayer position and attached We inserted the hollow nostril plugs and laced on a kid leather discipline helmet with opening only at the eyes and under the nostrils.

Maria M felt her juices flowing down her legs, as her pussy was too wet to hold any more liquid. She was under control more on these strokes and although it excited her very much to be caning his ass, she did not feel as if she would explode into another climax. She also wondered if she had unconsciously eased up on her swings since Joe seemed to be more in control of his self. So she doubled the power of her last two strokes and gave no break between the final two. Both cut the skin on Joes ass.

Mistress Martine and Master Jack watched as their slave sonja stretched out her muscles in their little dungeon. They believed that a fit slave was more fun to use and more flexible. "You see Jack," Martine gestured with her hand. "Now that long stringy hair will not get in the way." Jack had to laugh. He knew Martine had been jealous of sonjas long and very pretty blonde hair. "Okay girl, crawl to me." Sonja crawled across the carpet to her Master and assumed his favorite

Scott felt a buzzing inside his stomach. His heart was pounding as his mind pondered the possibilities. An year old "stepsister?" Spending a summer with a beautiful motherdaughter that were openly and unabashedly dominant? He told himself to calm down. He was quite sure it would be a typical family and hed have to get used to sharing the house with his dads girlfriend and her

One girl was tied to the "X" shaped frame, another was tied to the ceiling and floor, the third was put in a harness from the ceiling that supported her with her legs wide spread. The last girl was tied face up to a barrel so her pussy and head was at waist level. Then the winning girls and the men began whipping them. When a man would get hard he would fuck the girl he was whipping either in her pussy, her ass or her mouth. A lot of times two of them at once would fuck her.

I stayed in lose bondage for over hours knowing I could have moved my arms that were so painfully fallen asleep, but I didnt- I stayed still and felt myself somewhere else, and woke up to the sound of your voice. I lost myself so many times to you, through pleasures of the body, pain of the body. Sweaty hair and hot red marks later the only indication of what had happened. You knew how to get to me, still do. Sometimes on the phone when you use that tone I feel like Im at your feet again, bound and without a choice. This time I have the choice and I never let myself give in again, I cant see you. Cant go back there. Not with him the one you love more. And its the

Anna woke up sweating with her belly cramping painfully. Her bowels were full oflast nights dates piss, and her butt plug was pulsing out jolts of electricityto wake her up. Additionally, her pussy and breasts were burning, sore frombeing whipped last night. She struggled to her feet and into her clothes. Thesooner she finished her morning duties, the sooner she might be allowed to usethe toilet.

Page . I was ready to rape her again mainly because her intense cries of pain were exciting my cock so much. Her nipple was swelling up even more, becoming like a tiny, smooth balloon, instead of textured, and the bigger it got the more it primed my pump. I knew I had to go for it. I had to do the squish, like flat as a fluke, see her burst and splatter. Popped like a zit. Pliers would be too fast so better to use the nipple crushers Id designed and made myself.

When they arrived at Tammys apartment Tammy opened the door and Christina barged in past her. She started looking in every room and just checking out the place like she owned it. When she finished she came back to where Tammy was standing and told her to strip. Tammy could not believe what she heard and asked, ;What?; ;You heard me slave, I said strip. You are not allowed to wear clothes when at home, unless I tell you