Crotch sweat fills my nostrils from the two jockstraps wrapped around my head to secure the three stuffed in my mouth. My burning cheeks are hidden from view by the other used undies draped over my face, shoulders, and lap where they fell — at least those that hadn’t fallen in the surrounding mud. Two more have been repurposed as restraints, binding my wrists and elbows together. Adding to my humiliation is the fact that...

My most recent stay with Auntie Beryl had been eventful. I had been caned by Auntie and her friends; the following day my friend Ron and I had seen Kate being caned on her bare bottom. Kate and I were then made to undress in front of all the family and were caned in the nude. Earlier today Kate and her friends also caned me naked and spanked my cock with a springy ruler. I was upstairs, still undressed taking a look in th...

Ellen had Elizabeth and Sally help her clear the table after lunch, and she brought a pot of coffee with cream and three glasses of port back to enjoy with her guests while they witness her daughter’s emergence as a dominant. Then she addressed her daughter, “Elizabeth, darling, we are all nice and comfy now. Why don’t you put Sally here out of her misery and give her that spanking she’s been dreading right through lunch?...

Fiona remained standing, looking down at the still blurred outline of Miss Brown, her hands on her head, pretty sure that her hair mound was now glistening with her sex juice, but hoping not. Miss Brown remained silent and made it look as though she was doing paperwork, but kept looking towards the still sobbing Fiona, and saw how turned-on she was. It was so telling, but better that she knew because then she would make s...

Fiona was absolutely delighted that she had found so many ways to be punished. At home she would ask her mum to thrash her, very often going for below C grade punishment so a bare bottom spanking with her mum's hand, followed by a leather belt. Before bedtime, she would get another bare bottom spanking and twenty-four, sometimes thirty or thirty-six strokes of the cane. Fiona had deliberately increased the original punish...

Chapter Forty Jane wasn’t sure how a person should dress to be kidnapped. She thought it over while lying in her bed, still halfway between sleep and waking. She thought about her previous encounter with ‘Mr. Bad Man’...and found herself curled up under the sheets and hugging herself in a mixture of anticipation and fear. Not a real, serious kind of fear, but the pleasurable kind, like the anxiety she’d experienced before...

I work for the largest and most reputable law firm in the world as a litigator. I represent multinational corporations in international arbitration in Shanghai, Tokyo, Singapore, Taipei, Seoul, and Hong Kong. I love my job and travel non-stop for business. From a very young age, I have always been an expat with a high income and no fixed expenses. I spend three weeks a month away from home and change countries every three...

After we left the Tetons, we passed through Salt Lake City and stayed long enough for my mom to get a tattoo of a little red heart on her neck where I always left a hickey. It was a symbol of our relationship, much like a ring, but also of ownership, as she found herself more and more submissive to me. And it was a tribute to the love she still held for the tattooed girl who had such an impact on our new life together. Ar...

Kristina carried Mrs B's case up to the large second bedroom with its ensuite bathroom. Once there she unpacked the case, checking Mrs B's tops, skirts and dresses weren't creased before hanging them in the cupboard. One top and one dress were creased, and so she left them on the bed so she could iron them before putting them in the cupboard. Kristina knew that Mrs B used to be in a relationship with Heather's dad and eve...