Hi there. I shall answer your question regarding what I would do to you. I would tie you up, so you are lying on your back, arms stretched above your head, and your legs spread. I will put a dildo connected to an automatic sex piston up your ass, thrusting relentlessly. Your pussy would alternatively be used by either my cock or a vibrator. If it is filled with a vibrator, I would be fucking your mouth instead. While you...

Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. "Trick or treat, pumpkin?" Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heaving breasts. "Treat?" Vibrations ravage my cunt. Merciless, insistent, demanding as stretched and restrained I twirl atop the wand's relentless caress. Soup-minded as orgas...

“Just one more…” Reassuring words teased through my blindfold accompanied by a pinch and searing pain in my nipple. It lasted a second into eternity, but the come-down was what I was after… this time anyway. A needle through my nipple was the last I could take in this session, and my top knew it. I haven’t taken to calling her Mistress yet, but she intrinsically knew where to push and where to bite and for how long. Blind...

Sixty-year-old Doris Caxton opened the official-looking envelope that was incorrectly delivered as it was addressed to a Mrs Diana Carson who lived on a road close by with a very similar name and with the same house number. She was interested, though, because the letter came from the Discipline Centre. Doris saw when she opened the letter that it was an instruction to attend the Discipline Centre to receive fifty strokes...

My name is Anna, and I am a French girl. I admit that I had a rather wild and for a while, almost undisciplined adolescence. In my late teens (I was seventeen) I bought some cannabis and sold some of it to a school friend. The school found out and to make matters worse, my mother worked there on the administrative staff. I was suspended from school because they regarded it as “dealing." However, my mother sent me to my un...

You stand before me, exquisite in stockings and heels. Rubbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, becoming aroused. "Please," you beg. I'm unsure. Spanking you. It's new. There is desperation and intensity in your eyes. You turn, hooking your chained hands over the wall hooks. I pick up the wooden paddle, getting used to its weight. I stand behind you. You tense in expectation. Crack! The paddle slaps across your buttoc...

Pyrmont, 28 July The next morning, I wake up dozing, and the blissful intoxication of yesterday is still pleasantly present in the background, although my thoughts are not entirely coherent. There was something important. Then I notice you lying next to me, and I am wide awake. At least in my head, my body has other ideas. I have to relieve myself. I freshen up in the bathroom and insert the plug. Wearing the plug, fatigu...

Tairrie’s black-varnished nail tapped her second glass of wine impatiently as she watched Katie arrive. The petite trans-girl hurriedly finger-combed her blonde hair and pulled her skimpy white dress as far down her thigh as it would go before entering the restaurant. Little brat is late. Her eyes narrowed when a waiter guided her date to her table, distance no longer hiding the flush in her cheeks nor the subtle smudge o...

I was surprised and delighted to receive a phone call from the sister of my ex-girlfriend. I hadn't spoken to her for many years, but she was always very friendly toward me, and good fun to be with. She was after some contacts for a job she'd just been given. I gave her the information she needed and we continued chatting, reminiscing mainly about her sister and the life we shared all those years ago. She reminded me of a...