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.

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.

Hello As I write this short story I set here at my computer with my cock and balls all tied up tight after a half hour of pumping. In case you dont know what pumping is it is where you put your cock in a tube and draw a suction in the tube causing your cock to be pulled in and swell to the size of the tube. Mine is a inches in diameter by inches long. I can pull my cock a little over inches in to the tube by using psi and it swells to the full inches diameter of the tube, anyway, I

Logan sighed as she took another shirt out of his closet. "Dont whine like a little child if ya dont wanna be treated like one," he said. "But LoganI want to go with you and Remy and Rogue to Warrens apartment," Jubilee sat on his bed, pouting. Logan sighed. He was getting extremely tired of this. "Jubes, I told ya, ya really dont wanna do this," he said exasperated. "You got no idea what goes on there. I dont want you to walk into something you cant handle, cause it would be my fault for bringin ya

" she laughed, "Perhaps sisters firebrand would help." She then took the firebrand passing it near my sac, singeing the hair from my sac and legs, causing the nauseous smell of burnt hair to rise to my nostrils. She held the fire to one of the pitcher cords until it burnt through, parting and spilling the cold contents of the pitcher over my legs and feet. Her laughter increased, as she observed my suddenly increased discomfort as her rig in fact had been a scale of sorts, the sudden loss of one counter weight

Joe had been a janitor at Wickman School For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasnt the greatest, being a young single guy he didnt have many needs. Besides, the scenery at the school was nothing short of spectacular! The little bitches who attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance, and as far as they were concerned he didnt even exist, but that was O.K.