This is the story of how I discovered that I am a Pain Slut. My name is Chloe, and I had been dating Chris for about six months since the beginning of our freshman year of college. He was a great guy, and we did all the typical things that young couples d...
Kay suggested that we visit the new club in town. We went to “The Jail.” When we got there, we found that it was a bondage club. I asked Kay, “Are you sure you want to enter this club?” Her reply was, “Sure, why not?” So, we went into the club and were st...
It had been a while since we had been to the Playroom, from my other stories, was a BDSM place for only women. Women wore gowns, black lace thigh high stockings and high heels. Once they arrived, they were told to strip down to just their high heels and s...
It was a warm spring afternoon, I looked at Kay and suggested that we take a long drive out in the country. We packed a basket with some food to have a picnic out during our drive. Kay had on a light sun dress with no bra, thigh-high stockings, a garter b...
“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...
