CHAIN BONDAGE | SUBMISSION
I love being displayed nude in chain bondage. Pull on my chains and guide me like a hidden puppet master
CHAIN BONDAGE | SUBMISSION
I love being displayed nude in chain bondage. Pull on my chains and guide me like a hidden puppet master
WHITE PANTIES | TEASE
“It’s hot,” Meg wriggles provocatively in the tight fitting see through top and waves her skirt around flashing her long legs and showing a glimpse of her white panties.
“That’s better,” she lifts the skirt high and sits back, legs apart. “A bit of air round the pussy always helps.”
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.
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SPANKING | CANING | MASTER’S DIARY | SECRETARY
Dear Amber has tootled off to do some errands in the real world. Promising to return soon she has sent her 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.
I felt, more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of my behind. There was a crack. I love those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it takes my body to transmit the stinging sensation from the buttocks to the brain. It has barely arrived before there is a second impact and then a third. The pain begins to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between my legs.
Meg is nude and chained to a chair but will she learn some obedience? Erotically charged dialogue illustrated with photos.
BONDAGE | SUBMISSION | ILLUSTRATED STORY
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Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites, pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. The only clue to our purpose, the gag between my teeth, its buckle behind my head, catching strands of hair and causing pinpricks on my scalp.