“Good news, Mister Quinn,” purred Shalina as her hand wandered down from my naked chest to my equally naked crotch and started stroking what she found there. “I’m going to jerk you off and let you spill your cum all over my chest, as if I were a common slut.” Well, shit, I needed to avoid that at all costs. My grunted plea for mercy was muffled by the rubber ball that violated my mouth. It was held in place by a leather s...

"I am an attaché at the American embassy, I have diplomatic immunity. I demand you release me at once!” The raven-haired Latina beauty smirked at my outburst. In her Spanish-flavored accent she replied in good English, "You are in no position to make demands, I think, senor.” Well, she had me there. The toned, curvaceous woman was standing over my seated figure in the small, warm, dimly-lit room. Though she was of average...

"Struggle all you want, Mister Duncan; you won't escape those shackles or loosen that gag. My lovely assistant did an admirable job in restraining you in preparation for my arrival." I was standing, naked and spread-eagle, bound by leather and chains in a well-equipped dungeon. Every inch of my body was available for any actions the cruel Mistress Sofia might choose to perform. Newly-arrived in the city, she had a reputat...

As I hung, suspended from the ceiling by my wrist cuffs, I heard the click of high heels coming towards me. I managed to twist my nearly-naked body around and beheld Domme Zoe walking towards me, a vicious-looking bullwhip in her hand. The instrument of torture was so lengthy that the bulk of it was dragging along the ground beside her; so substantial in weight that I could hear it scrape along the floor. I was a first-ti...