I can see them practically pushing right through your dress." "I know." "Why is that, Ann?" "Because youre hurting me." "Oh? And what does that do to you, Ann?" "It turns me on." "My hurting you turns you on?" "You know it does. You know that. Thats why youre doing it." "Im just pulling your hair." "Yes. Pulling my hair." "Thats all. Pulling your long soft brown hair. Like this.

Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for sale. She died within a year and after many trips for my mom and I back to Terre Haute. In late August we returned home so I could get back to school and my mom could start work again. It was then I experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood.

At her command I stripped my clothes off and fell to my knees to use my tongue on her as she hiked up her skirt, pulling her panties to one side. I was petrified of her, I would do anything as I knew she was capable of anything. Overcoming my reluctance I pushed my tongue against her wet pussy and even though my tongue still sore, licked her in a way she liked. The leather belt around my waist and crotch bit into me and I felt so full, so penetrated and violated but I also knew I was very wet.

My penis was already stiff. It must have been the tablets that Y had given me, for while I had been pleasuring her with my tongue and my hand, I had remained aroused. My own pleasure was of a secondary concern to me, following Ys pleasure, and wanting to please my mistress. I felt the blood run through me again, as slowly, so slowly I pushed myself into Y, I still had to stand up for our genitals to touch each other,

Weve been meeting for several weeks for coffee and Ive always been a perfect gentleman. Our conversations on-line have been so sexy, and Ive enjoyed them so much. But I enjoy our weekly coffee just as much because I get to see your lovely face. I look forward to seeing you, just as you look forward to seeing me. Afterwards, outside in the parking lot, we always kiss. A little peck on the cheek. This time, however, we stop between our vehicles and I move in closer to you. For a moment we stare looking into each others eyes. An awkward moment.

Directly after my regular daily morning paddle swats while locked in the stocks Mistress has in Her bedroom, Mistress ordered me to the dungeon. This was odd since I usually have many chores to do. Once in the dungeon, Mistress told me to kneel on the stool that is much like an ottoman but has no padding. I dare not ask Her what was going on, but couldnt help but wonder. She told me to raise my ass up off my ankles as she unlocked my locking butt plug harness to remove my regular training anal plug.

The three shared an apartment and it was a good time. When not in classes or doing their part time jobs, they usually hung out together watching sports, wrestling, drinking and enjoying their youth. Board and card games were part of their life too since the winter weather often closed down the campus and town. Monopoly to poker filled hours. It was a Friday night that all three were home.

I Take Your hand, and lead you to the bed. tell you to lay, face down, in the center of the bed. I bind your wrists to the top corners, and your ankles to the bottom corners. I look into your eyes and kiss you softly. "Do you trust me?" I ask. you nod, but say nothing. I blindfold, and gently caress up and down yourlegs, stopping to give each cheek a firm squeeze. "You look so beautiful spread eagle like that.

Conversation swirled around his head as they paid little attention to slaves nakedness. The shame slave wore, to be naked in front of another woman, his arch rival. Mistress Affina had secured slaves hands behind him, knowing he made a better appearance that way because it pushed his chest forward. His chest, matted in thick hair and looked so appealing in rope and chain, now stuck out prominently from his hips, as if the protrusion were offered as supplication to his Owner.

The pub landlord stood behind me, grinding his hard-on against my year old ass. I had a part-time job. He was showing me the ropes, as you might say, as we examined the pump handles. "Feel the smoothness of them" he said, close to my ear. He was reaching round me, gripping my stiff young cock through my trousers. "Imagine getting one in your ass" I groaned. We were both in lust overload. It was nearly midnight and the place was closed.