Earl entered the library yesterday to find the lovely Sandra reading one of my creations which tells the story of erotic spanking in a fictional household. Sound familiar?
This in itself was not a misdemeanour but the sight of her fingers creeping inside her knickers showed that she was clearly somewhat aroused by the text.
Earl watched for a while from the doorway and here is his account of what happened next.
This one is ideal. She has lived maybe two dozen years, young enough to be innocent of some things, but old enough to have had her desires awakened.
Pretty face framed by long blonde hair. Tall, long legs moving with grace, inviting curves pressing tantalizingly against the material of her clothes, stretching it like the skin of a not quite ripe fruit.
I love hunting in the summer.
A slave whipped by a riding crop is not always what it seems. Welcome to the sometimes crazy but always sexy world of Zatanna Dark. We hope you enjoy this short story illustrated by Vasarian’s fetish photos.
Isabella’s Slave is an illustrated erotic story of submission. Mistresses and subs sometimes quarrel and the results are electric.
From The Master’s Diaries
She likes to tease – pulling her panties to one side, displaying herself, fingering her pussy – inviting me to fuck her. The chain around her wrists is anchored to the bed. She has freedom to move around the room but within those walls she is mine. She has submitted – I need no invite.
Spanking Antonia should have proved to be an enjoyable task, after all, she had requested it, desired it, but it took a little more effort than I anticipated.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
Alas, dear Amber has tootled off to do some errands in the real world. Promising to return soon she has sent her dear friend Megan along to fulfil her role whilst she is away.
Amber has assured me that girl will bend over backwards to please but so far all she has done is flounce around the office chewing the end of her pen. Nor can she take dictation or transpose anything I say into a well-typed letter. The time has come to act.