The private jet finished taxiing to a nearby hangar. Maxine, the flight attendant, brought me a glass of milk, which I immediately drank as I was parched after the flight and the oral stimulation I had provided to Maxine's cunt and ass. The first gulp alerted me that this was not milk. It was warm and bubbly and coated my mouth with a familiar stickiness. Maxine said, "A little gift from your new Masters. They asked me to...

------------------------------ Ingrid yanked open a drawer, grabbed her strap-on, hurriedly fitted it to herself, then pushed my legs up to my shoulders. She rubbed the tip of the dong between my kitty lips, then shoved it home, hard, ramming it deep inside me. I squealed – but not too loudly. It had taken a lot of effort to get myself into this position. And I was determined to enjoy it. ~~~~~ I had carefully engineered...

“What am I going to do with you, slut? For now, strip for me, slowly,” I demand while slapping a riding crop in my hand. “Once completely nude, turn, face the bed, bend down, and place your hands on the mattress.” “Yes, Sir. Again, I’m very sorry.” While you wait, anticipating that initial sting of the crop across your sweet ass, I stand and admire the view. I walk up and gently run the fingers of my left hand up and down...

The table is firm underneath my naked body, the silk placed upon it cooling my flushed body. Hands above my head, legs apart as commanded, I feel vulnerable and truly exposed, able to be taken, driven by curiosity to continue this experience. “Tie the blindfold carefully, so she cannot see, then you have permission to touch her, Haley, but not with your hands,” Mistress declares. My body clenches in anticipation. What wil...

I return to sixth form, euphoric from my weekend spent with an older, albeit not quite four years older, sexually experienced woman. Charlotte had royally fucked me, tormenting me over and over with the denial of release until the early hours of this morning before she finally finished with me. And god, did I finish, repeatedly, until she'd drained me of every last drop. I've never been so used, yet it felt exhilarating t...

It really doesn’t matter how I ended up like this. My hands tied behind my back as I knelt on the bed. Ankles too.  I’d been stripped naked before being carried up the stairs and thrown on the bed. Stripped might be too polite a term. My clothes had been torn from me. My dress in shreds, my bra and panties ruined. “Fuck slaves don’t get to wear clothes,” my Miss had told me as what was left of my garments was tossed aside...

Have you ever tried to serve a someone a meal, flirt with them, then seduce them, all while being desperate to cum – and have to do so without making the tiniest mistake? I have. Mistress Andrea stood off to the side, watching as I performed an erotic dance for an honored guest, Master Aleksandr, who was watching from the dinner table where I had just finished serving his meal. Mistress Andrea would ultimately be the one...

Tears ran down my cheeks as I knelt on the cold floor of my cell. My training collar was locked around my neck, and the collar was locked to a short, thick chain to the wall of my cell. There was a ledge intended to serve as a bed, but the chain was too short to allow me to reach it. There was a blanket on the cold floor. There was a hole in the floor for a toilet. And there was a camera high up in a corner that pointed t...

~~~~ She’s cheating, I say to myself. It’s the second act of our couples dance, and Miriam is cheating. For days she has edged me, ordering me not to cum or she will crop me, and for days I have kept myself from cumming. This is agony for me. I love cumming, and have done so almost daily since I was sixteen and living with my mother. And when I started exotic dancing, then lap dancing, then sex work, I’d cum at least once...