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Mary stood in her small kitchen, moving gracefully around the room while tending to her delicious concoctions. She loved to create tasty meals for her loved ones, and the food she made was showered in her emotions and love. There was no doubt in my mind that she took extreme pleasure in serving others such wonderful dishes. Her beauty was like no other, with her long flowing hair pulled back in a way that accentuated her gorgeous facial features, including her big smile.

Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he was legally married) and two other "

Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and how happy she was to do his bidding. Precious is only 25, but she's been with Daddy for six incredible years.

WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death. ------- I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My specialty is sculptures, often in plastic, and often in bright colors. It is not the kind of art that usually leads to public recognition, but I was very lucky to cause a major scandal two years ago in Berlin.

Bondage I looked up through the metal bars. The room was large, almost like four 14 by 16 rooms combined at each right angle. In front of me stood a little black and white T.V. - its content was that of hentai and actual bondage porn; varying from which came first. The large expanse contained 1 door and no windows; there were vents but they only let out hot air to supply humidity.

The last time he had messed up was a difficult one. She had demanded that he stand there before her and lower his pants to his ankles. Hes shorts and pants there on the floor, he stood there standing. His rock hard penis pointed at her erect twitching. There he stood with her eyes upon him. It was difficult not to feel self conscious and he was so overwrought, he feared he may cum as he stood there.

Author's note: This is a true story. I'm writing it for my girlfriend's birthday who is into BDSM as much as I am. Enjoy. I met her on a warm day in the late fall of the pandemic. We were both masked but she drew me in for a hug anyway. It was our first date at an upscale local restaurant. I connected with her on a dating app, and though dating during CORONA is a masterclass in awkwardness, that night was smooth like her legs.

Liz and her outlandish kink by Cassandra Lincoln copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi * * * Part 1 "Did you ever watch that show Sex and the City?" Liz asked Jack one day. They were sitting on Jack's sofa sharing a platter of sushi and sashimi. The TV was on in front of them displaying a selection of movies on Netflix. Jack glared at Liz.

I lay there on the king sized bed looking up at my mistress with a raging boner. She was still holding my dick in her hand and I was aroused as hell even though we had only just started. She had a tight grip on my dick as if it were a prized possession and she squeezed it as she examined it in her hand. "You have a very nice dick Dean I'm impressed and I don't usually impress too easily,"

I enjoy pushing my boytoy to the limit. The other night I spent all evening teasing him and making his balls fuller and fuller, using different parts of his body to make myself cum, but not letting him cum, or even touch his aching cock. I used him over and over again, until it was time to get ready to go out. Just before we went out for a drink with friends, I tied a piece of string around his balls, pulled it nice and tight - I like it when it really cuts into the skin - and then made him cut a hole in his pocket and thread it through.

The morning starts out like every other morning. I walk into the office and begin preparing for the new day. I start my day with a large cup of coffee. I relax in my office sipping my coffee and enjoy the view of the morning sunshine on the city below. I enjoy watching the people scurry to work in the morning its just one of the many things I truly enjoy doing.

Among the perks of wealth is the contacts you make and control, especially in a small town. My contracting and waste disposal and recycling firm holds a stranglehold on the local economy. I control the roads, the trash, and the building construction. Through my significant campaign donations I own the local District Attorney, all the judges, the sheriff and a majority of town councilmen. My parents died when I was 12 and gave me a nice nest egg to start with.

"Jennifer, get in here, now!" I hear the unmistakeable boom in Your voice, and I'm concerned. You seem to be very upset, but I am not sure as to why. My mind quickly flitters around, and tries to figure out some simple reasons. I enter the bedroom where You're standing. And then, I see what is scrunched up in Your hand. You're holding a pair of my panties, and I know only too well what has angered You, now.

Dan stood silently in the corner. He was naked, and his bottom was bright red from his recent across-the-lap hairbrush paddling from his girlfriend Stasia. His punishment would be finished if it weren't for the fact that he had ejaculated when he was being spanked. He squirted his spunk on Stasia's legs and ankles, as well as on the carpet beneath him. The way he twisted and squirmed when he spurted embarrassed him now, although he felt no shame at the time when the intense feeling of his orgasm overcame him.

Prologue They had in their relationship the stuff writers try to describe. To put it simply, they had a secure and timeless love, a mutual respect, an unwavering and unconditional trust, patience...and of course, obsession. Their hours were many, long, and unpredictable; so the lover's time together was often short and littered with exhaustion. Once a month on every third Saturday morning, they found a way to steal time. Layla had found an Adderall connection a year ago.

Still wondering if I have told too much to a complete stranger, I leave the phone on the couch and decide to take a walk, just pacing my basement. My predicament allows me really tiny steps, so it takes a lot of time to get on the other side of the room. There I lean on the wall under one of the windows, listening to the world outside. There is the sound of a lawnmower trimming some bushes, cars passing on the street.