I had arrived to work my second evening at Phoebe’s Treats, an upmarket boutique specialising in sex toys and fine lingerie. Jenny the senior assistant was on the phone with Phoebe the store’s owner and Annie, the other assistant was organising a display of silk panties. Without fuss, I slipped off my coat and swapped my sneakers for the heeled pumps supplied as part of the uniform Phoebe wanted us to wear while on the jo...

After their nap and giving of the most recent pearl, Donald and Emma, now back to that state, get up.   They have a nice dinner together chatting about how both felt about that day’s play.  Now with no plug-in, Emma eats, after the long day with the tail in her.  Their conversation then turns to general things.  Emma talks about having painters come in to make her house much more enjoyable after all the old furniture is r...

After Emma earns her pearl, Donald asks her if she is hungry, and wants to have dinner? She does hear her stomach rumble a little, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and tells him it sounds like a great idea. At the kitchen table, Donald prepares her ass for the plug.  Yes, they do need to keep working at this, but now, he has her press one up in him too.  Together they feel that wonderful rush as they eat. He brings the f...

When Emma wakes Tuesday morning, she snuggles next to Donald as she feels his now flaccid penis still in her.  Of this way of sleeping, she will never tire.  Now feeling only an inch or so in her, does make her start to throb.  She clenches against his cock over and over, and it amazes her that it begins to grow and harden, all as he sleeps.  By the time her clutching goes on for a couple of minutes, and she presses back...

Marie was still straddling him, eyes closed and trying to catch her breath, her body still shuddering with the pleasure of her final orgasm, when he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. With her arms still cinched behind her she had no way to stop her fall or brace herself for the impact, and she cried out as she fell. She landed flat on her back, wrenching her shoulders painfully in the process, and cried out a sec...

Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie's frustration had grown and grown. She'd even s...

“Comfortable?” I managed a muted whimper, unable to properly answer, my own soaked panties, ripe with the taste of my own juices and stuffed into my mouth made it impossible to form coherent words. No. I wasn’t.  And it wasn’t just the physical discomfort, although that was a large part of it. Bent at the waist, my ankles shackled, my legs forcibly spread wide.  Wrists and neck trapped, making me immobile. My own fault, r...

I examined my makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that my black stockings were straight. I didn't need to lift my skirt for this, since I wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, I was naked. I slipped on my black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, my heels clicking on the wooden floor. I picked up the small white 'French Maid' style apron...

It was December 18, one day before Andrea’s and Mark’s Christmas vacation in Paris. She was working late again while her colleagues were having fun at the annual Christmas party. It was 12:15 a.m., and she was supposed to be drinking and chatting with her co-workers, but she had to complete her month-end report. Suddenly, Andrea’s office door opened. She looked up and smiled at the figure standing in front of her. It was...

She stood before him and disrobed as she did every day. She did not hurry but neither was she leisurely about it. As she removed and carefully folded or hung up each piece of clothing, the shell, the armor, the protection that she wore each day to protect her from the world peeled away with it. But instead of feeling vulnerable or afraid, she felt peaceful and relaxed because he was there. She knew, in every possible way...

Bound and gagged,And blindfolded too,Hanging all alone,Waiting for you.In your hands,I give you all,My body and will,I'm proud, standing tall.All I hear in the room,Is you moving about,Full of anticipation, desire,And pride, no doubt.My body exposed,And I'm on fire,Hoping to be strong,And never tire.My nipples are clamped,And pinched and teased,Not a whimper escapes,Hope Sir is pleased.My body shakes hard,Your hand strike...

T’was the night before Christmas, Alone in the house. Just out of her tub,  Now where was her blouse? She dashed to her bedroom,  Her jaw dropped in awe, She open the drawer… There wasn’t a bra. They were planning this night To make cookies and candies,  The next drawer down… Oh no, no panties! Her stockings were hung By the chimney with care, Now, they too were gone She didn’t know where. The panic she felt,  She tried t...