Lyra & Rael
Lyra was pinned with the slimy beast on top of her -and as if that wasn't enough, slowly but surely she was choking from the relentless tongue. She tried kicking and squirming. In desperation, she tried a psychic attack, but she was in such a state that all she could do was listen in on the creature's mental screams.
Turned Into A Kinky Puppy For Mistress
He seemed to be part companion, being allowed to curl up at her feet when she worked at her desk with her laptop, and part amusing plaything, when she’d temporarily remove his chastity cage and have him hump a special plush dog toy she’d purchased, or even, on special occasions, her leg. She’d laugh until she nearly cried, stopping him as his cock started to leak, then she’d stuff him back inside his cock cage to suffer.
His Journey To Cocksucking
The chain to my wrists was loosened but not to make things easier for me, no, but just so that I could be lowered to a kneeling position. I felt my chin held in someone’s gloved grip while my lips were painted with lipstick. No sooner was she finished than my mouth was put to use.
How I Became A Slave To My Ex, The Bitch
The only exception to my nudity was the solid metal prison that encased my penis and balls. Apart from a necessary opening for the purpose of urination my genitalia was fully encased. Even that access was covered with a hard mesh preventing me from touching my own cock, which she had gleefully announced was now hers once the device had been fitted within an hour of returning with her to their domain.
Weekend Service
Through her laughter she advised me that she had acquired these herself especially for this purpose. Designed for punishment, as punishment was exactly her plan using these clamps. Punishment for failings five years earlier.
Masturbation Diary: I Touch Myself
The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.
Her New Role
“We're going to play a few games. You need to trust me. It’s like exercise. It’s all for your own good, although you might struggle at times. You will spread your legs for me, placing your head on the pile of clothes on the desk, and you will put your wrists behind your back. Hold yourself in that position. Do you understand?”
Brave New Anti-Virus World
The Leader's voice reiterated the main points: there had been several deaths in one of the planet's medical research facilities. The deaths were at first thought to be of natural causes, but as time passed the authorities could no longer contain or deny the truth. An incredibly dangerous virus was on the loose. It was highly infectious. Expect major changes in your day-to day lives. Protect yourself and others. This is life or death. All inhabitants must abide by the new laws and restrictions. Effective immediately.
Summer Garden Party: Fountain of Relief
The fountain elicited a chorus of open-mouthed wails. The heat of the sun and humiliation hit my exposed clit and spread labia, slicking them with hungry need. My body kept forgetting it was in such secure bondage; each leg kept pointed upwards and outwards, unable to bend. How I wished I could arch my back completely, then curl into a ball and keep this feeling of humiliation-fuelled hot desire as my own private masturbatory tool.
Bound To Serve As A Sex Slave
After several months' training, both mental and physical, her slave was able to handle one of her ferocious whippings simply through tears, gritted teeth and with only a few sweary slip-ups. He'd learnt that lesson fast, she thought, her smile widening even further. An extra 5 minutes lashing for every curse he spat in her direction soon had him holding his tongue.
Bundled Into The Gang Bang Van
Once again, I gave silent thanks for the almost total darkness which covered my flush of humiliation. The sensation of my own cursed wetness smearing and being pulled tightly over my clit and cunt lips, then between my arse cheeks, was almost enough to make me beg for a rough hard fucking. I didn't even care which hole any more. Cunt, arse, either. Both.
The Masturbatrix
Her last orgasm had been less than 15 minutes ago, and from the way her breasts were rising and falling, the breaths drawn raggedly through her nostrils, it wouldn't be long before she'd surrender to another. Her eyelids would flutter, eyes behind enjoying the views and sensations of strangely recurrent dreams, her mind in another world – completely unaware of reality.
Finally, Some Time Alone
I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. Suddenly I was hyper aware of my breasts, the hardening of my nipples, and the fact that my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part, begging to be filled and pleasured.
Hood Ornament
Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.
Dacryphilia: Turned On By Crying & Tears
As the barrier crashes down within him, crumbling to reveal his true self, tears then finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can't help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation –in between my incessant tirade, the code to unlock his complete submissive self.
Coming Full Circle
The spotlight centred on my naked, kneeling body is bright enough to just reveal the dark forms stood in a circle surrounding me. I feel the men's presence, rather than see them; I'm seeing the scene through my mind's eye in any case, with my eyes squeezed tightly closed, blocking out reality, even while it commands my full sensory attention.
A New Flavour
"Shy" was not how I'd describe her. A mischievous gleam swirled like an undiscovered cosmos in her dark eyes, while her full red lips seemed determined to settle into a cheeky pout whenever they weren't getting her into trouble.
Caught In The Act
Then we're connected. The warm tip of his erection presses against my puckered, lube-slicked hole, expertly seeking its sheath as his hands remain holding me spread. Thanks to his thoughtful, teasing preparation, the head of his cock slips inside. I feel, rather than hear, him groan above me as he fights against instant self-indulgence and forces himself to take time over his conquest.
Slipping In While I’m Asleep And Fucking Me Awake
Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me, probing and testing, then another... opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers and his other arm slipped round underneath me, seeking the weight of my breasts to complete the sinful encircling.
The Wedding: What’s Yours Is Mine
The whispers of those seated at the back were muffled by the whoops surrounding the drawn-out kiss of joy at the altar, until a natural settling revealed the click-clack of my heels on the stone. A wave of anxious whispers and angry mutters accompanied my approach to the still lost-in-each-other bride and groom, which turned to gasps of shock as I undid and threw off the hideous overcoat without breaking stride.
