"After being forced to masturbate in public, Marta is stripped, hands bound behind her, and flogged …"
Sir had taken his slave and slut, Marta, to a French bistro for supper. She wore a skirt that flashed her naked pussy whenever she walked, plus high heels, her dog collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs – and nothing...
“What exactly do you do?”A recent conversation with a friend I’d gone to school with when I told them I was working as a personal assistant.“Mostly help with managing time. Scheduling meetings, prioritizing emails, taking notes, making calls. Things like...
""I can feel he is close. Rose do you want his cum?""
A few years ago, when I was about thirty-seven, I went out of state on a maintenance job. It was supposed to take a couple of weeks. It ended up taking considerably longer, more like three months.My initial accommodation wasn't...
You haunt each day and dreamYou drive my cock to creamYou know I love you so like thisWhen you kneel and suck me off to blissI pull you deep upon my toolAnd leave my cum in your mouth to coolAnd...
"“This is worse than if I walked out of here naked," Marta said. And that was exactly the point…"
The Slave Returns: MartaI was – once again – astonished by this man while he sobbed in my arms. I held him tightly, kept him deep inside me with my legs around his back, and smoothed his hair, whispering soothing...
"What do you do if you believe you're being fucked by a stalker? Fall in love?"
Overnight Expression: SirI was exhausted and exhilarated after fucking Marta to the point where we both reached shattering orgasms, but I was also aware that I was crushing her. Her knees were up by her ears, and even though she...
"Marta hopes that abject submission to a total stranger is better than self-harm and sucide."
A Week Later, in a Public CorridorThe woman was stunningly beautiful. She was also completely helpless, stark naked, kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded outside his front door, in a public hallway in his condo building, being humiliated by the dildo...
"A fantasy about my sixteen-yearold school days."
To say that Mr. Lavender and I didn’t hit it off would be something of an understatement. In this strict all-male environment us boys were referred to by surname and teachers as “Sir”; we stood when they entered the room...
"Steve learns more about Jim and his family..."
Curled up on the bench with my head resting on Jim’s chest I felt totally relaxed. It was so nice to be naked with this gentle older man. As I opened my eyes I could see his still hard cock...
