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March 17, 2018
Driving Toward Torment - Part Five
This is Part Five of a multi-part series. Please read Parts One, Two, Three, and Four.
I took my time cleaning up and when I returned to Mike's workroom my face was clean, my teeth brushed, the cum scrubbed from my chest and legs, and the vibroballs nestled gently in the well-used depths of my pussy. They were silent though, since the remote had been left on a bench.
The anal beads
I took my time cleaning up and when I returned to Mike's workroom my face was clean, my teeth brushed, the cum scrubbed from my chest and legs, and the vibroballs nestled gently in the well-used depths of my pussy. They were silent though, since the remote had been left on a bench.
The anal beads
March 16, 2018
Driving Toward Torment - Part Four
This is Part Four of a multi-part story. Please be sure to Read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
Alex took the simple route. He picked me up. I gasped, but clung to him as he carried me out of Mike’s workshop, past the closed door of the master bedroom, where a number of interesting noises were already being made, and into the living room. He set me down on the easy chair and looked
Alex took the simple route. He picked me up. I gasped, but clung to him as he carried me out of Mike’s workshop, past the closed door of the master bedroom, where a number of interesting noises were already being made, and into the living room. He set me down on the easy chair and looked
March 15, 2018
Driving Toward Torment - Part Three
This is Part Three of a multi-part story. If you haven't read Part One, please click HERE. If you haven't read Part Two, please click HERE.
Julie stood in front of me, staring at my straining body, hands on her hips. She looked hungry, almost feral, and I suddenly felt a prickling sensation of fear as my vulnerability was assessed and catalogued. Then she abruptly turned, marched to the
Julie stood in front of me, staring at my straining body, hands on her hips. She looked hungry, almost feral, and I suddenly felt a prickling sensation of fear as my vulnerability was assessed and catalogued. Then she abruptly turned, marched to the
March 14, 2018
Driving Toward Torment - Part Two
This is part two of a multipart story. If you missed part one, please click HERE.
I pulled up to the single story bungalow just a few minutes after the street lights came on and put my jeep into park. It had been a long drive, or maybe it just seemed that way, but I'd managed to find a number of lingering, vibrating stops that had left me both trembling and dripping. Each one had been a
I pulled up to the single story bungalow just a few minutes after the street lights came on and put my jeep into park. It had been a long drive, or maybe it just seemed that way, but I'd managed to find a number of lingering, vibrating stops that had left me both trembling and dripping. Each one had been a
March 7, 2018
Driving Toward Torment
The scent of spring filled my nose as I walked across the wet pavement back to my jeep. A late afternoon shower had drenched the west side, leaving a clean, earthy scent. My flip-flops smacked against the bottoms of my bare feet and I climbed up into my car with a satisfied sigh. A gift from Kari, the Wrangler was everything I could have ever dreamed of, so I sat there, just marveling at my
February 21, 2018
I Need You
“Breanne! I need you!”
My head snapped up from my computer at her words. It wasn’t a cry for help. No, the tone wasn’t right. It sounded relaxed, as if Kari merely needed me to render judgement on her latest design, or comment on the color of a particular textile. It didn’t sound sexual either. There was no lust or seduction in her plea, merely a simple command.
I need you.
Carefully I
My head snapped up from my computer at her words. It wasn’t a cry for help. No, the tone wasn’t right. It sounded relaxed, as if Kari merely needed me to render judgement on her latest design, or comment on the color of a particular textile. It didn’t sound sexual either. There was no lust or seduction in her plea, merely a simple command.
I need you.
Carefully I
January 23, 2018
No Right To Shoes - A Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Story
During the fall of last year, Breanne was challenged to a very special assignment. Five days of non-stop torment, during which she would have a choice - which set of shoes to wear. Each pair came with stipulations focusing on an aspect of her personality - or more accurately - her base, carnal desires. With the stripper shoes came humiliation. The stilettos - pain. The flip-flops focused on
December 30, 2017
A NHPS Christmas - Part Two
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December 29, 2017
A NHPS Christmas
There is something special about Christmas. I’ve
always enjoyed this time of year; the lights and decorations, candles and
scents, eggnog and hot chocolate, the wrapped presents and the look of joy on a
friend’s face as they open up a gift. The music… oh yes. The music. For me it’s
Christina Perri crooning out “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” or
always enjoyed this time of year; the lights and decorations, candles and
scents, eggnog and hot chocolate, the wrapped presents and the look of joy on a
friend’s face as they open up a gift. The music… oh yes. The music. For me it’s
Christina Perri crooning out “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” or
December 25, 2017
Merry Christmas
Breanne and I wish you a very Merry Christmas! - MA
