After their nap and giving of the most recent pearl, Donald and Emma, now back to that state, get up. They have a nice dinner together chatting about how both felt about that day’s play. Now with no plug-in, Emma eats, after the long day with the tail...
After Emma earns her pearl, Donald asks her if she is hungry, and wants to have dinner? She does hear her stomach rumble a little, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and tells him it sounds like a great idea. At the kitchen table, Donald prepares her ass f...
When Emma wakes Tuesday morning, she snuggles next to Donald as she feels his now flaccid penis still in her. Of this way of sleeping, she will never tire. Now feeling only an inch or so in her, does make her start to throb. She clenches against his co...
Marie was still straddling him, eyes closed and trying to catch her breath, her body still shuddering with the pleasure of her final orgasm, when he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. With her arms still cinched behind her she had no way to stop h...
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more...
“Comfortable?” I managed a muted whimper, unable to properly answer, my own soaked panties, ripe with the taste of my own juices and stuffed into my mouth made it impossible to form coherent words. No. I wasn’t. And it wasn’t just the physical discomfort...
Mike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further expla...
I examined my makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that my black stockings were straight. I didn't need to lift my skirt for this, since I wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, I was naked. I slipped on my bl...
It was December 18, one day before Andrea’s and Mark’s Christmas vacation in Paris. She was working late again while her colleagues were having fun at the annual Christmas party. It was 12:15 a.m., and she was supposed to be drinking and chatting with her...
She stood before him and disrobed as she did every day. She did not hurry but neither was she leisurely about it. As she removed and carefully folded or hung up each piece of clothing, the shell, the armor, the protection that she wore each day to protect...
Bound and gagged,And blindfolded too,Hanging all alone,Waiting for you.In your hands,I give you all,My body and will,I'm proud, standing tall.All I hear in the room,Is you moving about,Full of anticipation, desire,And pride, no doubt.My body exposed,And I...
The ropes in which I hung allowed only for the slightest hint of dangling movement, but to me, in my excited state, it felt like the whole world was rocking back and forth. I swallowed hard, my eyes alternating between the wicked looking riding crop in Mr...
T’was the night before Christmas, Alone in the house. Just out of her tub, Now where was her blouse? She dashed to her bedroom, Her jaw dropped in awe, She open the drawer… There wasn’t a bra. They were planning this night To make cookies and candies, ...
The door opens. I can hear it, but the blackness surrounded me. I feel hands on me, guiding me; the spark of electricity tells me it is you. I stop and hear the door close and then hands carefully undress me, leaving me naked in the darkness. I can feel y...
