I placed my mouth around this fake penis, which was going to get absolutely no enjoyment out of this, and bobbed my head back and forth. This caused the shoe that was dangling below me to gently rock back and forth, tugging at the clover clamps pinching my nipples, causing me a great amount of distress. I started moaning due to the pain. Oh my God! Hes really getting off on this. exclaimed Nicole. I told him he can use lubricant whenever he wants but he seems to always want to give his lover a blow

From the kneeling position in which I am forced to sit, I press against my Masters leg, looking up into his eyes. I plead yet again. "Please Master, please dont sell me." His hand reachs down to tangle through my hair. "Shut up bitch watch the stage. Your turn is coming to be up there in the spotlight, slave. Mmmm, perhaps if I see something I like, I might bid on someone to take your place tonight." As the different slaves parade across the stage into the spotlight, some are forced to perform sexual acts that I find strange and distasteful.

He may be. But I think his kind is more prevalent than you think. I think I was done. My tongue hurt beyond description. I was fighting my bodys natural reaction to gag at the disgusting taste in my mouth. I kept my head lowered near Nicoles boot. I was wondering if I would ever be able to face Nicole again; I was praying I would never have to.

Ive prepared her a small breakfast and served it to her in bed. I made the bed and tidied up the bedroom while she was in the shower, and then I cleaned the bathroom when she was done with her shower. I was now kneeling before her massaging her feet while she was putting the finishing touches on her hair at her vanity when we heard the doorbell ring. I hated these interruptions in our weekend game and angrily went to sit on the bed to wait

I should put the usual stuff here about this story being a "story" rathar than any depiction of real life, but you know all that, after all youre on a story web-site after all. The details within this story are loosly based on some real life events that I have taken liberty to expand for the benefit of you, the reader. Story codes: Mf, BDSM, Bondage, Serious, Real, Consensual, Humiliation. Becky Wanted More ... We were young when we met, shes been through a rough time having been attacked and was fresh out of court against

It seems to takes forever for me to get her merlot and make it to the living room. Every tiny little step I take reminds me of my current position. I stand to the side of her holding the stem of her glass. It would be considerate of her to take the glass and say thank you. She reads her magazine. The balls of my feet are in pain, my calves are on fire, and my back hurts. I am exhausted from walking through the house in these ridiculous heels.

I returned to where they were seated and placed the serving tray on the table. I placed a cup before Nicole and a cup before my wife. I picked up the coffee pot and poured them each a cup of coffee. After I placed the coffee pot back on the serving tray I returned to my demure stance. I was praying that I would just melt to nothing but life was not that kind. Im not sure how long it was before my existence was acknowledged; seconds seem to stretch into eternity when

Debasement "Now for those of you who are into this like I am, my slave has been taught how to debase herself for your pleasure. Havent you slave?" "Yyes, MMaster." I stammer. "Pplease MMaster, please dont make me do this." I plead. "Silence! You will do as I say." He brings the riding crop he had in his hand down across my ass hard. Leaving a small red welt.

Part Motorway Services Synopsis: After a lot of cyber chatting hed taken things one-step further with the woman that had agreed to meet in the real world. Story Codes: Mf, BD, Fetish, Real ---------------------------- Discalimer: Please note that though loosely based around a real event, this is a story of fiction. and I must stress that I as the author do not necessarily condone all of the activities in this story. If you would like to comment or just plain ol chat then feel free to contact me at stallonetiscali.co.uk Obviously having adult content this is only suitable for people that are over or whatever the legal age may be in your country.

I smile to myself as I hear my Master give a grunt of satisfaction. I know I am pleasing him with the things I am doing. I take a clothespin and clamp it onto the head of my pets cock. Then taking two very small clothespins, I clamp them to my pets balls. Giving them a slight little twist. Taking up my pets leash, I force him to his hands and knees making him crawl on his hands and knees to the mirror, my Master has provided.