Richard knew he was in trouble, big trouble, when she finally managed to get the third ring around his cock. Definitely smaller than the first two. And there were probably two to go.
The judge had barely looked up when the foreman handed him the slip of paper. Not guilty. Shit.
Where the fuck did she go? Was she just going to leave him here standing spread-eagled at the foot of the bed with his dick stuck somewhere between raging erection and death?
He walks in to the bedroom, sees a chair placed at the end of the bed, his Mistress no where in site. Notices that a beautiful black PVC dress is laid out on the bed that he recently purchased for her. Lying next to it is his collar a sure sign that his Mistress is wanting to play. Laying next to it a few lengths of rope and his ball gag.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw the paddle I brought out to smack her ample ass with. They did bulge. Joyce liked all the dirty little things that can be fun and accomplished in sex play. Sadly she liked them from afar for a number of equally sad reasons. While having what she thought was an extremely wild past, in reality it was merely Vanilla in style.