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December 31, 2019
Coming Soon! Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Volume 19!
For the last ten years Breanne Erickson has been delighting readers with her sexual escapades. Now, on January 9th, the tenth anniversary of her very first post at Michael Alexander's BDSM Blog, she releases her 19th collection of "Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut". Chock full of amazing "assignments" and the give and take insanity of living, working, and loving two very different
December 28, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 6 of 6
Part Six - Finale
I sit with Julie, apart from the group. Behind us there are whimpers of desire, cries of pain, and groans of satisfaction. Every submissive but me is getting fucked in some way. Alissa is mounted on the iBench, having replaced me while Mistress Sara uses the studded cane. Tiffany is riding the wooden pony, still paying for the unauthorized orgasm given to me. Morgan is lying
I sit with Julie, apart from the group. Behind us there are whimpers of desire, cries of pain, and groans of satisfaction. Every submissive but me is getting fucked in some way. Alissa is mounted on the iBench, having replaced me while Mistress Sara uses the studded cane. Tiffany is riding the wooden pony, still paying for the unauthorized orgasm given to me. Morgan is lying
December 27, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 5 of 6
Part Five - Accidental Orgasm
It is Mistress Haley’s turn to use me. Hers was the first pussy I tasted that evening and I have little doubt that a number of other tongues have dipped and swirled their way through her folds since. She is almost as voracious as I am. She is still wearing her black bustier and chaps, but her loins are no longer exposed. She is wearing a strap-on, sporting a
It is Mistress Haley’s turn to use me. Hers was the first pussy I tasted that evening and I have little doubt that a number of other tongues have dipped and swirled their way through her folds since. She is almost as voracious as I am. She is still wearing her black bustier and chaps, but her loins are no longer exposed. She is wearing a strap-on, sporting a
December 26, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 4 of 6
Part Four - Argument
There is a discussion. I can hear the voices because they are raised. It is Margaret. She is offering up her number. My number. I can hear the voice of Julie. She is upset. I hear Lucille’s name and when I lift my head to look, I see them on the far side of the meeting rooms. Julie, Margaret, Isobel, and Lucille stand close together and Julie is shaking her head, holding
There is a discussion. I can hear the voices because they are raised. It is Margaret. She is offering up her number. My number. I can hear the voice of Julie. She is upset. I hear Lucille’s name and when I lift my head to look, I see them on the far side of the meeting rooms. Julie, Margaret, Isobel, and Lucille stand close together and Julie is shaking her head, holding
December 25, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 3 of 6
Part Three - Torment
“Some say Breanne’s cunt is filled with fire. Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those that favor fire. But if you have to suffer twice, I think I know enough of pain to say that ice is nice, and will suffice.”
I recognize the poem. Or at least, the bastardization of it. It is Robert Frost’s “Fire & Ice.” Worse, I recognize the voice and chill
“Some say Breanne’s cunt is filled with fire. Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those that favor fire. But if you have to suffer twice, I think I know enough of pain to say that ice is nice, and will suffice.”
I recognize the poem. Or at least, the bastardization of it. It is Robert Frost’s “Fire & Ice.” Worse, I recognize the voice and chill
December 24, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 2 of 6
Part Two - Bound to the iBench
Madeline brings not a chair, but a bench. It is on wheels, made of reinforced aluminum, and resembles a capital letter "I". A black leather bad is belted to it. I watch with trepidation as Madeline slips the upright posts into the corners of the frame, putting it together with expertise. Julie leads me to the bench and I sit, only to be laid back, arms and legs
Madeline brings not a chair, but a bench. It is on wheels, made of reinforced aluminum, and resembles a capital letter "I". A black leather bad is belted to it. I watch with trepidation as Madeline slips the upright posts into the corners of the frame, putting it together with expertise. Julie leads me to the bench and I sit, only to be laid back, arms and legs
December 23, 2019
Final Meetings - Part 1 of 6
Part One - The Society of the Golden Rose
There is a secret society in Houston, Texas. Shrouded in mystery, decadent, sexual and private, it’s the sort of organization you’ve always suspected existed, but never had proof. It stays almost completely in the shadows, and its membership is exclusive. You have to know someone, the right someone, to even be considered as a potential candidate. The
There is a secret society in Houston, Texas. Shrouded in mystery, decadent, sexual and private, it’s the sort of organization you’ve always suspected existed, but never had proof. It stays almost completely in the shadows, and its membership is exclusive. You have to know someone, the right someone, to even be considered as a potential candidate. The
October 20, 2019
The Green Dress - Part 5
When I climbed out of my jeep that evening, the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air, the sky was full of scarlet and gold, and I was experiencing my own personal earthquake.
Generally, the United States Geological Survey keeps a pretty close eye on seismic movements, but since it’s been close to twelve years since I last fucked someone with even aspirations of becoming a geologist, I’m
Generally, the United States Geological Survey keeps a pretty close eye on seismic movements, but since it’s been close to twelve years since I last fucked someone with even aspirations of becoming a geologist, I’m
October 11, 2019
The Green Dress - Part Four
The keys to the office door rattled in my hand as I knelt down, bending over to unlock the heavy glass door. I never understood why the lock was at the bottom of the door itself, in the most inconvenient of places. It almost always required me to get on my knees, presenting my ass, which provided Kari with plenty of opportunity to get a good look up the back of my dress as I unwillingly
October 4, 2019
The Green Dress- Part Three
The red convertible I was riding in bumped up into the old parking lot and I looked around in concern. We were in a rather run-down portion of Houston, behind an old, possibly condemned motel, where not even the city’s homeless were interested in camping. Trash littered the ground, abandoned and half broken pallets were stacked against walls, and milkweed had sprouted in some areas,
