Jesse woke up and rolled over. Her jaw and legs were a little stiff, but that was nothing compared to the cramps in her arms. She struggled in her straitjacket, trying to flex the muscles in her arms. She looked at the alarm clock. : AM. She looked at me as I was dreaming peacefully. She remembered falling asleep while she was locked in the basement while gagged. The gag was gone and she could move her legs.

I Standing at the bar was a beautiful woman. It was the intermission of one of my favourite music acts; they played long hypnotic improvised pieces that usually left me in a contemplative mood. Right now, I contemplated the poise and elegance of this woman as she lifted a flute of champagne to her lips, gently tilted it, and savoured a mouthful. I had been watching her for at least half the glass. She seemed to be alone.

The torture session continues Martha stepped back and lifted the pincers until they were level with Lauras right breast. The she closed them lightly, taking in most of the breast including the nipple. Laura gave a slight gasp, but the pincers were not hurting .... yet. Martha began to close the jaws of the pincers very slowly, until the pain began to be intense. Laura sobbed, then gave a yell as Martha squeezed more.

Our weekend at the cabin was one I really carry in my thoughts and will for a lifetime. My little dove grew wings that weekend and flew for me so beautifully. What a remarkable young woman she turned out to be. When we returned home we continued to live separately but more often than not one or the other was staying over at the others home. I continued to introduce her to others in the lifestyle just as I continued to

;Fine, fine dont believe me. Ill show you what we do have though.; Reluctantly he led them to the hallway, and flicked on the switch before opening the door to the basement and descending the stairs. He strode neatly into his dungeon, and held his arms wide. Enjoying their impressed looks when thy hit the doorway in turn. ;Here she is. Sir Westins Dungeon.; There were several murmurs, as Christine made her way to the center with him, and leaned on his arm.

Harriet raised her head slightly and nodded. I looked at Anna Klochek. "Done." She wasted no time. Moving to Harriets rear, she took a stance and lined up the cane, tapping it gently against Harriets nether cheeks. Harriet tensed at the sensation of the cane touching her bared seat. Ms Klochek raised her arm to shoulder level and whipped the cane down in a blur. It made a distinct whining sound before it impacted the crowns of Harriets buttocks with a sharp retort.

Resort Bondage Juan was waiting for her outside the bathroom when she stepped out. He looked pleased with her appearance. In his hands he held rope. Without a word he pulled her arms around behind her back and bound her wrists tightly together. Then he yanked her arms tightly together until her elbows touched. She gasped as he tied them snugly in place.

;No, no, no, no,; Buffy whimpered as she was pulled up. She sobbed he forced her to kiss him full tongue. The blonde gasped in relief when the long hard kiss ended. Nathan dragged the struggling blonde over to bed and tossed her across it. He yanked off his clothes and pounced on top of her soft body. He grabbed her tits as he thrust his cock into her pussy. ;OH PLEAAASEEEEEE!; Buffy sobbed as the cock pushed into her

"You really should be getting your training in how to move in high heels - real high heels, not those " jokes you used to wear before your lifestyle change", Mistress Electra told Diane, her irritation very obvious. "Slaves never wear anything under ". But if you insist on dogging it because your feet are a little sore, well, there are lots of things a slave needs to become acquainted with for which you dont need to stand". Diane was presently becoming very well acquainted with a variety of punishment chair.

There were a series of support columns spaced about six feet apart along the front of the rooms. These supported the second floor balconies and walkways. They were about six feet away from the wall, and the concrete deck on which they rested extended about three feet beyond the columns. They had obviously been used for other purposes, because they had eyebolts spaced every foot or so from top to bottom on the sides of each post. Still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, Barry released the ankle chains, and fixed her ankles apart to each