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Monday, December 8th, 2008
4:22 pm	Going Commando The Dirty Questionnaire Made By: Dirty Valentine First Off: How old are you? 24 Your Sexuality: Straight? Bi? Gay/Les? Kinky? Les and Very Kinky At what age did you loose your virginity? 12 Where you impressed or did they fall flat? (Comment on this)
4:22 pm	Going Commando The Dirty Questionnaire Made By: Dirty Valentine First Off: How old are you? 24 Your Sexuality: Straight? Bi? Gay/Les? Kinky? Les and Very Kinky At what age did you loose your virginity? 12 Where you impressed or did they fall flat? (Comment on this)
Monday, July 7th, 2008
3:04 pm	Daring, confident, animalistic You like to have a lot of sex and try a lot of things. You are very kinky and have a lot of confidence in yourself. You like to explore all aspects of sexuality because it is something that interests you a lot. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 26th, 2008
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Saturday, March 8th, 2008
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Sunday, March 2nd, 2008
3:54 pm	Happy days ahead woke, as usual, shackled, naked, sleeping in Karen’s bed. Karen wasn’t in the room, this time, though. I rolled over, groaning, my head aching a bit from a hangover. I felt the cold shackles around my wrists, and then my mind flashed into the memories of the previous evening and I felt a squirming sense of horrified excitement. Ohmygod! I had done that! He had done that! Ohmygod! I could feel my face heating as I wondered what the hell I had been thinking to allow that! Yet despite the sense of anguish and embarrassment, my face wasn’t the only thing heating up at the memories. So kinky! So hot! So wild! So nasty! I could hardly believe I’d done that! I sat up, pulling against the shackles. I could feel the collar around my throat, too. What was I supposed to do? I waited a bit, uncertain, then threw my legs out of bed and stood up. My heart began to beat faster, and I eyed myself in the mirror, noting my tousled blonde hair and pierced nipples, my wrists shackled behind my back, and my collar. I felt the heat swelling up higher and hotter as I went to the open doorway and peered outside. I didn’t see anything, but could hear music playing downstairs. Heart thumping, feeling a sudden sense of shyness and embarrassment, I made my way carefully to the top of the stairs, then crept down them. Jack and Karen were both sitting in the front room, fully dressed. It looked like Jack was finishing off breakfast, while Karen was sipping coffee. They both turned their heads as I slowly appeared around the corner, and I blushed more deeply, then cleared my throat. “You uhm, forgot to undo these,” I said, kind of thrusting my wrists out to the side. Karen smiled. “What makes you think I forgot?” Jack chuckled, his eyes roaming up and down my body. “Karen,” I said in a half whiny, complaining voice. “Come here, slut,” she said in an imperious tone that embarrassed me again in front of her brother. I moved forward slowly, my wrists pulling against the shackles, my eyes keeping away from Jack’s eyes. I moved over beside Karen’s chair and she reached up and took one of my arms. “Are you my slave girl?” she asked in a teasing voice. I blushed again. “I uhm, yes,” I said, my mind squirming as Jack looked on. “She looks like a pretty hot little slave girl,” he said. “She is a pretty hot little slave girl,” Karen said, her hand sliding around to cup and squeeze my bottom. “And would the little slave girl like something to eat?” she cooed. “Yes, please,” I said, thinking she would remove the shackles then and let me get dressed. “Get down on your knees, slave girl,” she said, pulling at my arm. I reluctantly eased down onto my knees beside the chair. “Fully down, sit on your heels.” I sat down on my heels and she put her foot between my legs. “Spread them, slave girl. I think Jack would like the view better with your knees wide open.” Again I felt a flushing heat over my already red face, but I shifted my knees further apart, then further still as she pushed at my legs with her foot. “Keep your back straight, slave girl,” she said teasingly. I did, feeling a rising heat between my legs as Jack finished his breakfast and picked up his own coffee. Then Karen got up and walked to the open kitchen, popped a couple of frozen waffles, then popped them into the toaster. She then put a cup of something into the microwave, all the while smiling coyly at me. “Uhm, are you going to undo these?” I asked plaintively. “Oh I don’t think so,” she said. “I like you the way you are.” “Me too,” Jack said with a grin. “Guys,” I protested. “C’mon! How can I eat?” She grinned, then when the waffles were ready, she poured hot syrup on them, cut them up, and put them on a plate on the floor. “Eat up,” she said. “How?” I asked a little irritated. She put her hand behind my head and pushed, and then gripped my hair and pulled. I wound up on my knees, but kind of balanced on my chest, and she wanted me to lick the pieces of waffle up like that. But it was very difficult, and Jack saw it at once. “Tell you what,” he said. “Undo the shackles, but she’s not allowed to use her hands to eat.” “You guys!” I protested. But that was what Karen agreed to, and they had me kneeling on all fours now – which was at least an improvement, as Karen squatted next to me and pulled at my head, pushing it down towards the food. I thought it was silly, but I was just a bit taken with the idea, too, and so I began to lick up the pieces with my tongue, one at a time, chew on them, and swallow. Karen ran a hand along my spine and down onto my bottom. “Keep your ass high, slave girl,” she said. “Her pussy looks really naked,” Jack said. “Doesn’t it? We should do something about that.” She slapped my bottom. “Keep eating, slave girl.” She got up and went across to the other side of the room, then returned with a pair of large black dildos. They were LARGE! I moaned as I ate, but didn’t try to stop her as she knelt behind me. I felt a finger tracing the line of my pussy, then slipping inside. It was slick, slippery, so I knew she had some kind of lube on it. I felt my belly starting to swirl with excitement even as I ate. Her finger pushed in and out, then a second one was added, and when they withdrew I felt the fat round nose of the dildo pushing against me. She twisted it clockwise, then counterclockwise, trying to force my pussy lips wide. I could feel them being slowly pushed in, and even more slowly spread apart as she pushed, eased, then pushed again. I moaned and my knees shifted wider, my ass raising higher. I felt wildly slutty now as Jack looked on, and my eyes traveled to the bulge in his jeans as my hunger for anything but sex began to evaporate. “I-it’s too thick!” I gasped. “You can take it, slut,” Karen said. And then I gasped as my pussy lips spread just that last little bit, and she began to work the thick dildo into me. I could feel every bump and ridge on its realistic surface as she continued to twist and turn it and push it deeper and deeper. It hurt, but the pain was a dull aching thing that only seemed to increase the heat inside me. I could feel my pussy walls stretched wide as the thick cock slid deeper into the sleeve within me. My sex lips were taut and straining. She stopped and gripped my hair. “Sit back on your heels, slut,” she ordered brusquely. I gasped, my scalp aching a little, but eagerly eased up and back – and carefully eased down. The dildo was thick but also long and before I could sit fully on my heels I felt the base pressing against the floor between my feet. “That’s it, slut. Sit on it,” she said. “I-it’s too big!” I protested in a groan. But I wanted it inside me. “You think this is too big, baby?” Jack asked, standing up now and undoing his fly. I stared at his cock as he drew it out, and hardly noticed his sister drawing my arms back together behind me and fastening the shackles together again. “Suck his cock, slave girl,” Karen whispered into my ear. “Suck it and drink his cream!” I moaned even as the cock pushed against my open mouth. It WAS big, and I had to open my mouth wide to let it slide through. I moaned again around it, sucking on the head and licking at it excitedly. I could feel the pressure of the dildo inside my pussy as my weight pushed against it. I was trying to ease down slowly, but Jack’s cock in my mouth was very distracting. And now his sister had reached a finger around me and was rubbing at my clit, making it very hard to keep my hips still. I groaned around his cock as I sank deeper onto the dildo. It ached, but God did it feel exciting as it slid up into me. I had a lot of Jack’s cock in my mouth now, and he had seized my hair and was tilting my head back as he pumped slowly in and out. I sucked excitedly and licked wildly, but soon his cockhead was at the entrance to my throat, and then I gagged and gurgled weakly as he pushed it forward and it forced its way through. Karen was kneeling behind me, one hand between my legs, the other around my chest, cupping and squeezing one breast. She held me against him as I twisted and squirmed, and Jack tightened his grip on my hair as he forced his cock deeper. My body jerked and I cried out – silently – as several more inches of that fat dildo pushed up into my cunt. My throat ached with the fullness of Jack’s thick black cock, and I whimpered around it as he pulled me up its length, all the way in until my nose was jammed against his groin and I had the full, long length of him inside me. I couldn’t breath, and was starting to get panicky as my air ran out. Black dots danced before my glazed eyes and the world seemed to swirl around me. But then he slid slowly back up the length of my throat and finally pulled himself free. I gasped and coughed wildly, saliva pouring over my lower lip as my vision began to sharpen. He pushed back into my mouth. “Suck that cock, baby,” he growled, still his fist still filled with thick blonde hair. I moaned and sucked, hoping to keep him from shoving the thing down my throat again. Karen released me and moved away, and Jack took my head in his other hand as he pumped slowly in and out of my wet, sucking mouth. My body was jammed down onto the dildo, harder and harder. It ached inside me, but my body’s grinding movements were shoving me down against it again and again. Jack pulled out suddenly, still holding my hair in his fist. I gasped, my chest heaving, staring at it, and then it erupted into my face, into my open mouth, spraying wads of semen onto my tongue and across my nose and cheeks and lips. I was momentarily stunned, for no one had ever come in my face before, but I’d seen porn videos, and knew what a facial was. I just hadn’t really ever thought I would ever do it, well, ever let a guy do it. Only Jack hadn’t asked and I wasn’t really in a position to say no. But now, with semen sprayed across my face and into my mouth I felt slightly dazed – and hot and excited by what he’d just done. God, what a nasty, slutty thing to do! He pulled me forward by the hair and I cried out as I fell forward, almost onto my face. But he held my face up by the hair, making me cry out again. Karen was behind me, and she and her brother positioned me face-down, my ass high, and spread my legs as she stroked my clit. I shuddered and moaned excitedly, her fingers slick and slippery as they caressed my swollen clit. Then her fingers pushed at my anus, and I moaned and squirmed helplessly. I felt the finger slide into me, then pump in and out. “Karreeeeen,” I moaned. “Shut up, slut.” I groaned as her finger pumped in and out, making my anal opening all slippery. A second finger pushed into me, then a third, and then the dildo I had expected. I groaned as she and Jack worked the dildo in and out. It hurt, and ached, but I was hot, my mind swimming in the torpid haze of sexual steam which swirled through my body. I gasped and groaned and whined as they forced a second thick dildo into me, and also cried out now and then as one or another of them pushed and slapped on the one sticking out of my pussy. Laughing, they managed to get both fat dildos deep inside me. They were both a foot long, though, so an inch or so of each protruded from my straining openings. Each of the bases had a small ring set in them, and Karen slipped a thin chain around my waist, then ran it down between my buttocks, through the ring in the anal dildo, through the ring in the pussy dildo, then up tight – hard – to the front of the chain around my waist, pulling it down sharply against my hips with the force. They dragged me up and back across the table, then, and spread my legs as Karen licked my swollen aching clit. The chain was jamming down against it, which hurt, but as before, the ache somehow just made me even more hot, and when Karen’s tongue went to work I came like crazy, thrashing and twisting and crying out more and more loudly, almost screaming with the pressure and intensity of the sexual release which exploded through my nervous system. * * * * * The orgasm momentarily exhausted me, but did little to drain away the heat and excitement I was feeling. I was far from sated, my body still hot and throbbing with hunger and need. Karen put the dishes away while Jack put me on my knees before his chair and had me suck his cock again. This time I mouthed and sucked his balls too, and licked up and down his flaccid cock until it began to harden. Then I spent long minutes sucking and licking on his shaft until he came again – in my face again. Then Karen undid my shackles, and she and her brother helped me to my feet, but only to back me against one of the thick round beams that ran up to the ceiling overhead. They pulled my wrists up and back around the post, and locked them together there somehow. Then they pulled my ankles back and locked them together with a chain which went behind the pillar. Karen pushed a ball-gag into my mouth to silence my whining and protests, and then she clipped two weights to my nipple rings. Then they went outside to enjoy some morning sun. They left me there for some time, more than an hour I think. At first I was really hot, but as time passed I started to get irritated and indignant, my legs stiff, my back aching. My arousal eased, but never went away. Instead it was like it seeped deeper into my mind and body, so that while I wasn’t exactly trembling with excitement, it was hard to think about anything but sex and how nasty and kinky this was. I was not bored, that was for sure, even though I was standing there by myself against a post essentially doing nothing. Karen returned at last, smirking at me. I tried to glare at her and she just chuckled, reaching to set the weights swinging from my nipples so that I winced and moaned a protest. “We don’t want that sweet white skin to get burned, now do we, baby?” she cooed. She took up a vibrator and began to play it around and across my aching, hard nipples, then down between my legs, rubbing it back and forth along my clit until I couldn’t keep my hips from grinding and jerking against it. She was driving me crazy with it! She worked the ball-gag out of my mouth and kissed me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I kissed back, moaning as she ground the vibrator against me. She pulled her lips back and gripped my hair, jerking my head back. “Are you my slut?” she whispered. “Yess!” I gasped. “You mean yes mistress,” she purred. “Yes, mistress!” I moaned. “Say it then, slut.” “I’m your nasty little slut, mistress! I’m your dirty little whore slut!” “You’re my slave!” “I’m your slave slut, mistress!” I groaned. “I’m your filthy little fuck toy!” “Dirty little whore! I should bring out the whole football team to gang rape you! Would you like that, whore!?” “Yess!” I moaned, my hips jerking and spasming against the vibrator. “Rape me, mistress! Gang rape me!” “Whore! Dirty little white slut! You want that nigger cock, don’t you, bitch!” “Yess!” I gasped. “Bad girl,” she purred. “You’re such a bad little white girl! You need to be punished!” She drew the vibrator back and I groaned helplessly, for I’d been on the edge of coming. She put it down nearby, though, grinning a feral grin at me as she showed me the flog instead. “I’m going to whip your breasts, white girl,” she said. I moaned anxiously, excitedly, fearfully.” She whipped the short flog down and around, and the thin laces cut across my hot, swollen breasts. I cried out, jerking back sharply against the sting – and the weights jerked and bounced, pulling harder at my nipples. “You know you need to be whipped, whore!” she said hotly, swinging it down again. Again the laces cut across my taut, swollen breasts, stinging in a dozen places, making me cry out and arch my back. It hurt – but – the pain was nothing compared to the heat and excitement burning like fire within my mind. And then Jack came in, and I felt a new tone to the heat within me, felt a new sense of embarrassment, wondering fleetingly what he thought of this kinky shit. I felt a tingling heat, embarrassment and excitement when Karen gave him the flog and he looked at it thoughtfully. “Whip her, then make her come,” Karen said. “I’m going to take a shower.” That left me alone with Jack for the first time, and I was trembling with heat as he swung the flog experimentally, and it lashed down across my breasts. They stung – a bit, but - he hadn’t hit as hard as his sister. He seemed to get off on it, though, and his grin widened as he swung it a second time – harder, then a third time – harder still. The sharpness of the stinging broke through my heat, to the point I began to feel a sense of fear and my whirling mind began to think about telling him to stop. “Tell me you’re a bad girl, Amanda,” he said. “I-I’m a bad girl, master!” I gasped breathlessly. “Master. I like that sound of that,” he said, and swung the flog again. It hurt this time and I cried out for real, stung, jerking back. “Are you my slut, Amanda? Tell me you’re my slut.” “I-I’m your slut, master!” I moaned. Another blow made my breasts burn, and almost brought tears to my eyes. Then another blow made me cry out again, and another quick blow came just as I’d decided to cry out a protest. But then he picked up the vibrator and moved in closer, and my cry of protest died stillborn as the vibrator ground across my clit. I was soon grinding and jerking and half-sobbing in pleasure as he drove me towards – then over the edge – into a screaming orgasm that took my breath away and left me hanging limp, gasping for breath. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 19th, 2008
4:22 pm	Kinky things for this year 2008 “You will explain to me, exactly what happened and who was involved,” Senhor Tavares demanded. There was no sympathy in her eyes. Nor had there been in the eyes of the teacher who had discovered Kat. Tavares had made it clear she did not believe Kat had been set upon by unseen strangers, as the girl had weakly tried to suggest had happened. She instead believed Kat had willingly allowed herself to become involved in “public sex”, and demanded to know who had been involved with her. Kat was still naked. The teacher who had caught her had been furious and had let forth a rapidfire burst of Portuguese at her before untying her and then dragging her as she was up the hall to Tavares offices. Thankfully there had been almost no one in the halls, but it had still been humiliating. And now, things were no better. She was still naked – and the cucumbers were still jammed up high within her belly. The gleaming rounded bottoms were sticking out between her sex lips and buttocks, and she was forced to stand in place with her hands behind her neck and back arched while Tavares paced back and forth in front of her trying to shame and threaten her into giving up the names of her “accomplices”. “You will tell me who you had sex with,” she said, glaring at the red faced girl. “But I was blindfolded!” Kat cried. Tavares had been twisting a short, multi thronged flog in her hands threateningly for several minutes. Now she swung her right hand and the flog lashed across the blonde teenager’s belly, drawing a cry of pain. “Do you take me for a fool!? Who put the blindfold on!?” Kat didn’t know what to say. She was mad enough at Luisa and Adriana to beat the both half to death, but tattling on them was not in her. She bit her lip and then cried out again as the flog lashed her quivering belly a second time. “Perhaps I should call your parents, and summon them here to pick you up,” Tavares said. “Perhaps I should tell them that you were caught having public sex with other girls in the washroom. Do you think they would approve?” Kat blanched. The idea of her parents being told something like that was so horribly embarrassing, so humiliating that she would do almost anything to avoid it. “Oh please don’t!” she cried, her voice breaking. “And how will I otherwise explain you being expelled?” “P-Please don’t expel me, Senhora Tavares!” she begged. “You wish to stay here, in this awful place, where you are set upon by strange girls and have vegetables pushed into your body?” she asked sarcastically, jamming the narrow flog up against the base of the cucumber protruding from Kat’s taut sex lips. “I-I… yes!” Kat gasped. “So then, I have you completely at my mercy. Is that not correct?” Kat nodded weakly. “Yes, Senorha! I’ll do anything you want!” she blurted. “And I can do anything I want to you, as well,” the woman said with a dark, cruel stare. “P-Please don’t tell my par – Agh!” To her shock the woman lashed out again with the flog, only this time the short, thin leather strips lashed down across her taut breasts with stinging force. “Did I tell you to move?” Tavares demanded. “N-No, Senhora!” she gasped, pulling her hands back behind her neck. “So you wish me to punish you, severely, rather than have me call your parents.” “Y-Yes, S-Senhora,” she gulped anxiously. “For such a transgression, the punishment would be severe indeed,” Tavares said, staring down at her. Kat closed her lips tightly, trembling. Tavares brought the flog slicing down across her breasts and Kat cried out again. “Did you hear me?” Tavares demanded. “Y-Yes, Senhora!” she cried. “Push your chest out more, girl,” the woman purred, rubbing the short leather flog across Kat’s already sore, reddened breasts. Whimpering, she obeyed, and Tavares drew the flog back. “Do not move,” she growled menacingly. She brought the flog down across Kat’s breasts again with stinging force, and Kat flinched and cried out in pain, but held her position. Another blow, and another, and another came, in a slow, measured fashion. Kat’s face began to crumble, tears filling her eyes as the pain mounted, as her breasts began to burn and ache more and more fiercely. Tavares swung the flog again, and again, and again, and Kat’s lips began to quiver and shake, and then she began to sob weakly, crying out with each fresh blow, trembling and shaking as her breasts burned like fire. “Stiffen your back, slut!” Kat pushed her chest out again and her breasts were sliced again. Her legs became rubbery and the world blurred as she stared through her tears. Another blow sliced across her breasts and she sobbed weakly, sinking helplessly to her knees. “Arch your back, slut!” Dazedly, she pushed her chest out, and another blow of the flog whipped down across the aching flesh. Another blow, and another came as she sobbed weakly, head back, chest out. She swayed weakly, and as another blow sliced into the soft, red flesh she fell back onto her back with a sob of pain. “Did I tell you to move?” Tavares growled. “I want your feet flat on the floor and your hands behind your neck! Now! Arch your back. Your elbows on the floor beneath your head! Raise your body! Now! Do it!” Every command brought another blow, but now she was bringing the whip down across the sobbing girl’s belly and abdomen as well. Kat’s elbows were on the floor, and her feet were flat. She arched her back up strongly, her head rolling beneath her shoulders. She was a limber and athletic young girl, and only a lithe young girl could have forced her entire body to bow upwards, legs spread wide, feet flat as Tavares swung her arm and brought the flog whipping down across her belly, and then her abdomen, and then, as Kat cried out in pain, the leather thongs sliced into the soft flesh of her inner thighs and pussy. Again and again and again the woman rained blows on the sobbing, trembling, shaking young girl, the flog slicing down across taut breasts and swollen nipples, across reddening belly and straining pussy lips. Kat’s entire front felt flayed and burned, and the strain of holding her position finally became too much and she collapsed onto her back on the floor, sobbing brokenly. “So. You are too weak to hold your position,” Tavares said. “Then you must sit.” She pulled over a heavy, high-backed chair and then reached down and gripped the still whimpering, crying girl by the hair, forcing her to her feet. “Straddle the chair and sit down facing backwards.” “I-I can’t!” Kat wailed. “You mean because of these?” Tavares asked sarcastically, pressing against the base of the cucumber protruding from between the blonde girl’s buttocks. “Not to fear. You may straddle the arms of the chair.” Whimpering, Kat was pulled forward by the hair, and spread her legs wide around the narrow chair. When Tavares pushed her down she found herself straddling the flat arms of the chair, with her aching breasts pressed into the high back. “Young girls need a firm hand,” Tavares purred, running her fingers along Kat’s hot, pale back before returning to her desk. She returned with several two-foot-long leather straps. She ordered Kat to pull her hands up and back behind her head again, then tied one of the straps around her wrists, then around her neck to hold them in place. “Such pretty hair,” Tavares purred, coming her fingers through the trembling teen’s blonde hair. She drew Kat’s hair sideways into a pigtail, then produced a much thinner leather cord to tie around the bottom. She did the same with the hair on the other side of her head, though Kat had no idea why. A moment later she drew Kat’s foot up and back behind her, tying it to the outside of the arm where it curved down. A moment later she did the same with her other ankle. “Wh-what are you doing?” Kat whimpered. “Whatever I want. We have established this, yes?” She pulled on her hair and Kat gasped as he was bent back. Then the woman took one of the thin leather cords bound to her pigtail and drew it forward down the front of her body. She forced her head forward, then tied a loop in the cord before placing it precisely over her aching, swollen red nipple. She tugged carefully and Kat gasped as the cord closed painfully tight at the base of her nipple. “Please!” she whimpered. “But you are so proud of your young body, are you not?” Tavares sneered. She tied the other cord around her other nipple, and then pulled her head back. Kat cried out as the cord pulled sharply on her nipples, and Tavares laughed. “I despise weakness,” Tavares said. “And young girls today are all weak. I would punish you all properly but your parents are just as weak! But I have a free hand with you, do I not, girl?!” The flog lashed down across Kat’s back and she cried out in pain, her head jerking up and back. A second cry of pain followed as she pulled sharply against her nipples. Tavares pulled back, and went to the bookshelf, then drew from it a thick, heavy book and returned to slide the book onto the chair underneath where Kat straddled the arms. She went back and got another, and then slid that in – but had to pull up on the blonde girl’s hair to force her to rise first. When Kat sank down again she felt the sudden new and heavy pressure against the base of the cucumbers in her pussy and anus, and cried out in pain. “Oh! Oh please!” she cried. “How long can they be?” Tavares purred. “A foot, perhaps? You would be overjoyed with a young man who had a foot long cock for you, girl!” She brought the flog lashing down across Kat’s soft back with a harsh, cruel blow. Kat cried out and arched back, pulling cruelly at her swollen nipples. “Whore!” Tavares growled. “Young girls today are all whores!” Another blow, and another, and another cut across the slender young girl’s back and shoulders, and then the older woman began to work the flog lower, lashing her middle and lower back, her sides and ribs. But the sharp, stinging pain of the flog began to fade behind the aching pain deep within her belly as Kat’s leg muscles proved unable to hold her up from the books below. The pressure against the base of the cucumbers became greater and greater and the fat green vegetables were jammed up harder into the deepest pit of her pussy and anus. When her cries became too great Tavares simply taped her mouth closed, then continued flogging her back as Kat sank slowly and agonizingly down on the cucumbers. She would not have thought it possible for them to go any deeper into her belly, yet somehow they did. As her leg muscles weakened still further all her weight came down on the cucumbers, and for a long minute of agony she sat almost literally impaled upon them, the two cucumbers jammed high in her belly keeping her from sinking lower. And then, somehow, once again, something shifted within her, and her body slowly sank down completely to draw both cucumbers almost fully inside. Her eyes were wide as the pain gnawed at her belly, and she trembled and writhed and shook as the terrible cramps and aching threatened to drive her insane. Tavares pulled the tape from her mouth with a harsh yank. “The names, slut!” she demanded. And Kat gave them to her. * * * * * When Luisa and Adriana came nervously into the room, they found their eyes drawn to their roommate standing in the center of the room – naked. They stared in shock at the sight of the trembling blonde girl. She was standing with her legs apart, her back arched, hands behind her head – tied behind her head, they realized. The front of her body was red and flushed, and covered with dozens and dozens of thin red lines which criss-crossed her breasts, chest and belly, even descending down between her legs. The two girls could just see the base of the cucumber nestled within Kat’s pussy, her sex lips still straining wide. “So,” Tavares purred. “The two miscreants responsible for today’s disgusting exhibit in the second floor bathroom.” The two said nothing, but dropped their eyes to the floor. “I think you can both begin by apologizing to Miss MacGregor for the discomfort she has been put through this day,” Tavares said. “Sorry,” they mumbled. “Oh I think that is hardly sufficient,” Tavares said “The discomfort is great, and so the apology should also be great. Or perhaps you would like me to inform your parents about what lewd lesbian behaviour you have been undertaking?” “I’m sorry,” the both said, more loudly. “Still not sufficient,” Tavares said. “And since Miss MacGregor has been forced to exhibit her naked body throughout this incident, I think the two of you ought to follow through. Disrobe. Now!” The two looked at each other, then nervously undressed, folding their clothes and placing them on the table. They hesitated at their underwear, but Tavares impatiently motioned them to continue. Neither girl was particularly shy about her body, but this was hardly the same setting as a beach, and they felt their embarrassment deepen as they stripped entirely and then stood in place, nervously shifting their weight from foot to foot and restraining themselves from trying to cover their breasts and groins with their hands and arms. “I think your apology would be more fitting on your knees,” Tavares said. The two sank to their knees on the floor and nervously apologized again. “I don’t think Senhorita MacGregor would be likely to accept your apology. After all, she is still in considerable discomfort. If you really wanted her forgiveness you would try to ease her discomfort,” Tavares said. “Senhora De Costa? Perhaps you should move in closer. Much closer,” Tavares purred. Blushing, Adriana shifted forward on her knees, then further forward, until she was kneeling directly in front of Kat, staring at the swollen lips of her sex. Although the cucumber had been pulled almost completely into her body, her pussy lips were still held wide, as wide as the cucumber at its thickest. That let her see the pink insides of the blonde girl’s pussy circling the more narrow base of the cucumber. Tavares put her hand on Adriana’s head and then pushed her face forward, rubbing her face against Kat’s pussy. “Will you offer no comfort to this poor, pained girl, Da Costa?” Tavares purred. Adriana had no doubts about what was required and reluctantly began to lick at Kat’s pussy lips. “And you, Nunes, you have no comfort to give this poor girl who bears the marks of pain you have caused?” Tavares demanded. She gripped the black girl’s hair behind her neck and forced her forward, forced her down onto all fours, and then to crawl up to and past where Kat stood, leading her in behind her to where the second cucumber was jammed up into her anus. “Comfort the poor girl,” Tavares growled, shoving her face in between Kat’s buttocks. As with the other cucumber, this one had been forced completely into Kat’s body, yet her sphincter muscle had relaxed and her anus was held open by the thick body of the cucumber. The more narrow base, however, left a small space just at the entrance to her anus, and Luisa now slid her tongue slowly and slickly along the taut, straining opening, circling and circling, then probing lightly within. Dazed, and gripped by a fresh wave of shame, Kat stood as she had been ordered, legs spread, back arched, trembling weakly, whimpering at the pain while her roommates tongued her pussy and anus. She was dazed by the events of the day, and swayed weakly, her mind swimming in a murky stew of pain, shame and confusion. Into that stew came the sudden fresh pain of Adriana’s tonguing, for her pussy had been well-whipped, including her clit, and any touch caused a deep ache. But the sensations began to change quickly, as the girl’s moist, soft tongue slid along her sex lips and back and forth across her clit. And the feel of Luisa’s tongue circling and probing at her anus was even more shocking, for she had never heard of such a thing, and was amazed the black girl would even agree, no matter the threats. Yet the sensation was making it hard to keep still, making her muscles spasm and twitch violently as her agile tongue pushed in next to the cucumber and stroked at her exquisitely sensitive flesh. In front of her, Adriana’s tongue was also caressing her oversensitive flesh, and producing its own sparkling waves of sensation. Tavares sat back, propped on the edge of the table and watched, smirk turning to a fierce glower whenever one of the kneeling girls rolled her eyes up towards her. “That’s it, girls. Comfort our dear, pained Norteamericano,” she purred. “Work those little pink tongues hard.” Kat moaned dazedly as her hips rolled forward into Adriana’s mouth, her pussy throbbing even as her anus sparkled and pulsed with the novel sensations of pleasure Luisa was forcing upon her. On top of everything else which had happened to her today this lewd, perverted scene Senhora Tavares was directing simply collapsed whatever will she had to resist, and laid her inhibitions open like a raw wound. She groaned, her legs rubbery, her body sparkling and burning with the fires of pain and pleasure. When Adriana managed to suck hard on her clitoris she cried out in helpless, wanton pleasure, and then an orgasm washed over her which was so intense she felt stunned by it, staggering, swaying, and then collapsing to rock and writhe on the floor, gurgling and moaning in mindless ecstasy. Tavares stood back, only waving Luisa and Adriana to continue. Luisa threw her body atop the blonde girl, kissing her fiercely, gripping her hair and twisting it back to force her head back as her other hand clawed at Kat’s breast. Luisa gripped the blonde’s thighs and forced them wide as she mouthed her sex, sucking and licking fiercely at her clit as the girl rocked helplessly. “Disgusting,” Tavares said, shaking her head and scowling as she looked on. “You will all need to be severely punished.” (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
12:09 pm	For my Slut Pet Lilfina oanne consisted of no more than a disembodied thought process. Deprived of all other senses, nothing else had been left to her. She was in a silent, dark void of her own – utterly helpless. Quite unable to move, to see hear or talk or even smell properly, only her mind could operate freely. It ran in endless circles of terror, frustration, shame and bemusement. It must have been many days since her ordeal began. She’d lost track of time. Shuddering, she emptied her bladder, still shameful of having to do so where she was - like a baby rather than a sophisticated, beautiful woman in her twenties. If she could recall the number of times she had done so in this confinement or how often she had received sustenance, it might give her some idea of time she supposed. Mostly she had been entombed entirely within rubber and steel, unable to move, see, hear or speak! Sometimes though she was partially released, still naked and trussed up like a turkey, in a chair, hooded and unable to move. If anyone was looking at her – and fearfully she never had any way of knowing whether she was under observation - she knew that she must resemble a deep-sea diver. Or maybe she was enclosed entirely out of anyone’s sight in the steel water tank completing her prison, totally alone? It made her claustrophobic just thinking of her predicament. Currently she was indeed encased totally in the thick padded rubber. Cushioned and hanging, it felt as if she was embedded in treacle; no sound or light penetrated her isolated world of drifting senses. When she had first been brought here she had seen the red rubber suit suspended from the ceiling by thick nylon bands attached to numerous reinforced eyelets. It had several strategically placed tubes running into it, all connected to a pumping apparatus. The boy, her young German captor, had almost proudly explained that the latter were to provide liquid, air to both breathe and cool and also to vent her wastes. The suit completely enclosed the wearer, head to foot, leaving them suspended by the wrists and the various strong webbed cords. These were sufficiently thick to inhibit and resist any movement of the victim’s limbs. Further, there was a red rubber mask complete with blacked-out goggles, earplugs and a gag sufficient to fill and stretch her mouth covered her face. The gag also had feeding and air tubes through its hollow centre to ensure there would be no merciful escape from her suffering. The woman in the rubber mask, she had fleetingly mused to herself when she first saw the contraption, trying to stifle the fear and horror then already threatening to consume her. Only now did she fully appreciate the ability to see, hear, move and talk - ‘luxuries’ now denied her. The suit hung suspended on its webbing inside a metallic sphere, resembling a large water tank. This tank had a skilfully concealed false wall which, when closed, would convince anyone standing beside it that it was filled with water. Before removing her senses, her kidnapper had proudly showed how the thick double skinned walls were filled with water to give off a realistic sound if anyone rapped on the outside. She knew that even if the police searched that room none would ever know she was entombed there! Such thoughts panicked Joanne. It made the beautiful blonde’s mind race terrified into various configurations, normally ending with her being abandoned here in her own private void to slowly die – unbeknown to anyone. Her heart hammered drum-like in her plugged ears until, taking deep breaths, she finally regained control. She would have screamed – if she could. Instead, her mind continued to wander. Sometimes blissfully she would even forget where she was, imagining she was on a sun-kissed beach or in a soft bed. Then the hideous reality would come crashing back and, no matter how horrible, she knew she had to grasp it – or risk going mad. That reality was that she was totally helpless and had lost all control over her actions or destiny. What were they going to do to her? What would her husband, Chris, do? Why hadn’t she told him or left a note saying where she was going? Why was she being held for ransom? How did they know so much about her? Were they trying to brainwash her, destroy her as a person? She could only ponder pitifully such questions; after all, what else could she do? In comparison were the almost wonderful times when she felt the suit’s many zips being undone as it was peeled off her in segments. She would be eased out, albeit with the hood and gag in place and after her wrists had been cuffed behind her. Sometimes she thought she smelt a forbidden waft of perfume through the nose plug filters pushed up each nostril. Was it the young woman in whose house she had been captured? The thought of that woman touching her had at first made her skin crawl – until she reached the stage of relishing any human contact. As if she was a violent criminal or trained soldier, rather than a helpless disorientated woman, a hostage blindfolded and gagged, they took absolutely no chances when moving her. One wrist would be released at a time from the suit's confines and cuffed to something behind her until the other wrist was free. Then they would both be cuffed together behind her before her body was freed from the suit. Even Houdini would have absolutely no hope of escaping her bondage! Trying to set aside her shame at being naked, wondering who or how many people guided her shaking limbs, she could at least enjoy the wonderful fresh feeling of air on her skin, if only for a short time. It made her feel somewhat alive and human - even if only to be bound tightly in a chair with broad rubber straps, rendering her immobile until returned to the suit. Maybe even one day she hoped she would be allowed the luxury of feeding or washing herself or use a lavatory. As it was, even when released from the suit’s confines, the tubes remained in place to ‘satisfy’ her bodily needs. She relied on her anonymous captors for everything. They decided when the sickly milk would pour down her feeding tubes; also when she would be eased out of the rubber and into the chair for a flannel to be wiped over her sticky body and the suit presumably washed. Her head always remained totally enclosed in the rubber helmet. The loss of all control over herself and the denial of any information, of not really knowing who her captors were or how they had targeted her so successfully, were the worst things. They treated her like an inanimate object, not allowing her to see hear or speak. She was more helpless than a new-born baby, her feelings or thoughts obviously of absolutely no consequence to them. She always had the hope of being rescued by her husband, he was so close; or the police. Had she been reported missing despite the note she had been forced to write? She had simply dropped out of life. Someone must be missing her, though, she had been due to attend a dinner-dance on the evening of her kidnap. She should have been enjoying a sumptuous meal, being flattered by admiring male glances and comments as she twirled in her low-cut evening gown. Instead she hung helpless in her suit, sucking the milk passing through her feeding tube, wishing she could hear anything but the ‘white noise’ humming continually through her earplugs. Would she ever get out or be rescued? She had been rescued countless times in her imagination, surrounded by concerned, friendly faces until the darkness and silence of her prisoner’s world oozed back into her reality. With nothing else to occupy her mind, it constantly travelled back to the start of her troubles – trying to understand how and why. Joanne had felt at once both excited and frightened. She was trying to obtain definite proof or evidence that her German neighbour, Eva, who she thought came across as something of a snooty cow - an ‘iceberg’ - was a lesbian. She would then have a moral advantage over the woman. Also, according to Chris, Eva was apparently very rich. As she was a popular school gym-teacher, might there not, she wondered, be scope for some subtle blackmail? She shook her head to clear such stray thoughts. That wasn’t her real reason for doing this she tried to assure herself. Although extra money would of course be welcome she was fairly rich anyway in her own right. However, as she always told her husband, it was her money, inherited and it was always to his annoyance that she kept it in her building society for a ‘rainy day.’ Her proposed venture that fateful day also frightened her somewhat because she knew she was taking a risk. Although Eva lived alone and had left for school at her normal time an hour ago, there was always an outside chance that she could return unexpectedly. Perhaps, she justified to herself her quiet, almost dull life required such a risk now and again? Momentarily, Joanne stopped and shook herself again in customary indecision. Did she really want to do this? Her curiosity was leading her astray. Yet somehow she must discover if Eva did have a deep dark secret. She knew that although her neighbour was outwardly friendly, she secretly looked down on her, a housewife several years her senior, with no career. Chris had confirmed to her this belief apparently held by Eva. The thought of the woman’s sly, haughty looks, when she thought none could see her, stiffened Joanne’s resolve. She gripped the tiny camera which she would plant somewhere discreet in Eva’s bedroom to record any indiscretions. And if she came across any proof here and now, such as photographs or notebooks, she had another tiny digital camera on her. Although Joanne was no real expert in their use her husband was in the surveillance business, selling such things and had by chance explained such matters in recent idle moments. What would Chris think of her escapade? Joanne stopped again. She would tell him – if she discovered anything. He had almost encouraged her to do something like this anyway, putting ideas in her mind, mentioning that today Eva had let slip to him that she was leaving in the early morning for an appointment in town and would be away until late. He definitely thought that the woman had an unusual number of young schoolgirls visit her house. Perhaps she had some illegal hold over them? Drugs maybe? He’d said that flippantly but if Eva was up so something illegal, Joanne decided she would be doing a public service by exposing her; lots of praise and credit. She basked briefly in a warm glow. Although he sometimes accused her of being nosy, Chris too, she was sure, would also enjoy the feeling of superiority of looking down on the woman. And maybe also save the girls from her influence? And if the woman was doing nothing unusual – well nothing lost. No one would ever know. And, who knows; if Eva did have a harmless secret might she indeed treat her with a little more respect if she knew it could be revealed. Power! She shivered in secret, ashamed delight. As Chris had said, it would be so easy to get into their neighbour’s house without anyone being aware. Eva had given them a spare key a week ago because she had apparently locked herself out. Stupid bitch, thought Joanne ; she wasn’t so clever after all! She continued cautiously down the narrow walkway between their two fractionally detached houses, conveniently shielded by trees from observers. She would be visible only from the windows in their houses and nowhere else. The door opened easily with the key. It had been a piece of cake, she could easily retrieve the camera again in a few weeks after it had fed its pictures to their computer next door and satisfied her curiosity. The house was quite neat and tidy. However, Joanne only gave it a cursory, curious look, keeping away from the windows, heading upstairs. The bedroom was bright and airy but shielded by blinds, allowing her to wander freely. It was feminine but without the bears and cuddly toys which cluttered hers. She froze. Was that a creak from the loft? She remained still for a complete minute, ready to run, her heart hammering in her ears. Nothing, it was a heating pipe cooling down she guessed. The small desk wasn’t locked and she began foraging before deciding on a whim to check the dressing table instead. A woman’s instinct had drawn her to Eva’s ‘undies’ drawer and she trailed the tiny wispy pieces of silk through her fingers. If the woman was a lesbian, she certainly wasn’t the butch partner, she decided. Having made a cursory search and found nothing of particular interest, she concentrated on secreting the tiny camera. It would fit easily into a tiny black vent high on the wall opposite the bed, she decided, recalling Chris’s advice. It was as she stood facing that wall that the voice erupted from behind her, making her jump, making her gasp but then warning her to silence and obedience. “Not a move - thief, not a sound, only if you obey totally will you avoid get hurt.” The young male voice had a German accent, arrogant, totally in control. “Don’t turn round, slowly put your handbag on the floor, kick it back towards me, then you’ll lean against wall.” “Please I ¼ouch. ” “Silence!” the voice had a sinister edge as something small and metallic jabbed her back. Was it a gun? “Lean further from the wall, arms and legs straight and wide apart. Support yourself just on fingertips. Do it.” Trembling, her mouth dry, Joanne obeyed the precise instructions. After pushing her handbag backwards, hearing a clatter as it overturned, she gradually edged her limbs apart into a cross until he was satisfied. Her wide, frightened, eyes focused on the bedroom wall inches away, her weight resting on aching fingers. She longed to turn around, face her accuser, but daren’t. Gulping, she felt lost, vulnerable and frightened, wishing she hadn't chosen to wear the short skirt, which had risen up her thighs with her splayed posture. Did Eva have a visiting boyfriend or family member? Was the youngster a thief? How would she talk her way out of this? Would she have the opportunity? Maybe he would just call the police, or take her money and not attack her. “Please I can explain ¼ aghh,” she yelped as something cracked against her legs, creating a painful burning sensation as if she’d touched an electric wire. “Shut up, English bitch, no talking. If you move or turn I have something here to make you more sorry than you can imagine – I’ll not warn you again,” the threat hung in the air. “What are you doing here?” the voice, after nearly five minutes of quaking silence whilst he’d leafed through her handbag, made her jump. “I-I have a key. I’m a neighbour. I was just checking that all was well. Please, this isn’t my house, I’ll not tell anyone you’re here if you just let me go ¼” “I think you lie,” the voice interrupting her was so self-assured and in control. “Your penalty - remove your sweater.” “Look please ¼ haaah,” she yelped, sagging against the wall, nearly turning around as she clutched another throbbing line of pain on her leg where he had again touched her with what felt like a burning metallic rod. “You nearly turned then – very nasty.” The voice was so cold and calm. “You’ll not question me, just obey. If you behave, do exactly as told without question, it’ll be less painful for you. Ten seconds for your jumper to come off or ¼ prepare for something very unpleasant, something worse.” Her face flushed, Joanne pulled her sweater off, holding it in her arms, clasped to her chest. “Throw it behind you, then lean back against wall. Hurry!” he snapped. She knew she had no choice. Leaning back against the wall on shaking arms, she didn’t have the skill or bravado to do anything else. “Name?” “Joanne – Joanne Patterson.” "Age?" “Why?” “Age – or ¼ .” "Twenty eight." “Address?” “Next door. I live at number 36.” “Why are you here?” the voice was almost relaxed conspiratorial. “Like I said, I-I do have a key, I was being a little nosy maybe. My husband sent me, he knows I’m- I’m here ¼” “Naughty girl,” he laughed, nearly making her turn and snap at him; a youngster treating her, a grown woman, like a kid! “Why don’t I believe you Joanne?” he continued, “skirt off, throw it back to me. Hurry, it gets worse; I’m not joking.” The boy amplified the threat with an ominous metallic noise when she hesitated, which could easily to her tortured imagination have been a gun cocking. Terrified, she took a deep breath, she kicked off her shoes, unzipped her black skirt and dropped it behind her. “Wall.” Shuddering, she pressed against it. “Further away, legs arms, straighter, wider, and rest on fingertips only.” He was precise in his requirements and demands, belying his lack of years; allowing her absolutely no leeway. Again assuming the spread-eagle posture, now in just her small set of red bra, panties and hold-up stockings, she felt incredibly vulnerable before her unknown assailant. She was only thankful that her minimal clothing was at least presentable and that she was not in her comfy, dressing down, slumming underwear. Then anger momentarily boiled up that she should feel grateful. Why had this young creep any right to make her expose herself in this fashion? There was however a reason, an important one, for her choosing glamorous underwear. This afternoon she was due to see the handsome and muscled Martin. Maybe fate would determine that this afternoon it would be right for their friendship and flirting to progress to another stage. The guy who was once merely her gym instructor but who was now something more important in her life clearly wanted their relationship to blossom. It had been left that if she too felt the same way she would go the gym that afternoon. Bitterness gripped her heart. She knew now that she wanted that man, her marriage was faltering and she needed more excitement in her life. Now this bastard would put all of her plans and dreams in jeopardy. Martin would think she had rejected him, maybe he would leave town. “Please – please let me go, I’ll say nothing,” she begged impulsively, simply wanting to be out of this house, run to Martin - let him know she wanted him; he could no doubt make mincemeat of the cocky young German. Even just escaping this frightening situation to seek solace with boring Chris would be preferable to being at the mercy of her captor. “I gave no permission to talk. Silence or you get hurt.” A tear of frustration trickled from her wide green eyes, emphasising her helplessness and lack of control over her life and destiny. Only by remembering the circumstances of her predicament here and the potential for her to suffer, quelled her temper. She stood compliant as her skirt rustled away behind her, imagining the bastard holding it - holding her skirt! “Why go through the dressing table?” The persistent questioning continued. Joanne was caught on the hop, she had to forget everything else, concentrate on the present – her life might depend on it. She flushed a deeper hue, cursing her curiosity, the impromptu look. “I was looking for ¼ I - I wondered, it looked as if it was open and I was closing it.” “Tut –tut, lying again. Stockings, then back to wall.” Feeling like a stripper, a whore, she unrolled her stockings to drop them behind her. Obediently she leaned against the wall again. “What this little gadget in handbag?” he changed tack again, keeping her guessing. “It – it’s something of my husband’s he was showing me. I’m not sure exactly what it is. I forgot about it and ¼ ” She was interrupted now by his laughter, cold, clinical. “You think I’m stupid – I don’t like that. Bra please, Mrs Patterson.” “Please,” she practically whimpered. “Don’t make me hurt you again – yet.” Shoulders sagging, she reached behind to unfasten the garment. It felt so unnatural to be doing so in someone else’s bedroom and at the behest of a young thief. Her hands automatically covered her breasts as they slid quivering from their lacy red coverings. “Wall.” Biting her lip she reluctantly positioned herself against the wall, hating the way her breasts bounced with her movements. “Feet and arms straighter – are you stupid?” He extracted more shame as she obeyed his every whim. “Again, what’s the gadget?” “A camera,” she sighed under her breath. “Louder.” “A CAMERA,” she immediately regretted shouting her impatience - as if to a cretin. He was ominously silent she wished he would say something. "Do you make a good f—k, Mrs Patterson?" he asked at length, softly. "Please I - I don’t know, please don’t hurt me, I ..." "I bet you do, we’ll maybe find out later," he said ominously. You don’t lose your temper with me, bitch. Think you’re clever - and I’m not eh. I think you lose frillies too, now. Knickers.” “Please,” she implored, “I’ll tell you anything just don’t ¼” “Pants. Your last warning, only then will I give you opportunity to answer again.” Sniffing, wiping her eyes and nose, she reluctantly slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy lace knickers. She slid the tiny garment down, dropped it behind her and instinctively placed a hand over her bottom. “Haah,” she gasped as a stinging pain erupted across her hand, making her again lean against the wall, feeling a small burn throbbing. “Wider apart,” he insisted. “Good, you learn now I think,” he praised as she shuffled her legs wider apart to expose the fine down on her sex lips peeking below her buttocks. “Now on tiptoe.” Awkwardly she strained upwards like a wobbly ballet dancer embracing the wall, supported only on her aching fingers and toes. The strain was evident from her face as she struggled to hold the demanded pose, her mind in turmoil. She was naked and at the mercy of a vicious young thug in her neighbour’s house - where she had no right to be. Silently she prayed that he’d just go, vanish without touching her. The though of him ‘doing’ things to her was abhorrent. Then she remembered the sexual orientation of the woman whose bedroom she stood in. The alternative thought of the lesbian bitch seeing her like this or touching her was equally repugnant. She shuddered in dread feeling vulnerable and frightened. “Very pretty lady, nice arse, tits and bush; stay on tiptoe, no easing down. Nice pretty underwear too, maybe I’ll keep them as souvenirs. ” A deeper bitterness gripped her. Martin had made her a sexy present of the underwear and now they were gone – probably along with him too. “Hah,” she gasped, worrying again about her own predicament as a hand lightly tapped the clenching cheeks of her bottom as she pushed herself back up on aching toes. Why did he have to impose the additional cruelty? “Oh, please no,” she whimpered, fearing rape, smelling his breath against the fluttering skin of her neck as a pair of smooth hands reached round to hold and squeeze her swinging boobs. She longed to tear the intruding hands away, cursing her lack of courage for not daring to jab her elbow back into him. However, she knew that as he had her leaning on her arms she would simply collapse if she dared to so attack him. Besides, she reasoned, he might be armed and could even have an accomplice with him. He had all the aces and she none. Finally, thankfully, the hands left her and she cringed, still standing quivering on her extremities, awaiting his next move. --------------------------------- The padded seat of the chair was cold. It stuck to her bare bottom as she sat at the dressing table writing a note with the expensive red pen she kept in her handbag. ‘Dear Chris, I need space . I must get away and think about our future. Please don’t try to follow me. I may be in touch later. Joanne’ Had an observer been present they could have been excused at first glance for thinking they had intruded into a woman’s moment of intimacy. The beautiful blonde sat naked on the bedroom chair engrossed in writing the letter to her husband. Delightfully the dip of her spine, each joint visible, led to the gentle swelling of her buttocks curving deliciously against the chair, the dark inviting cleft between her nates disappearing against the seat. Her breasts were firm pear-shapes tipped with pointed red cones which quivered slightly as she wrote. Maybe she had just had a bath or made love to a new man in her life? On looking further they would have seen the figure behind her. Maybe he was the new man in her life? `However, there was something out of place, almost sinister, about the second person in the tranquil quiet of that bedroom. He was a slim youth, probably ten years younger than the blonde, certainly not the sort of person one would normally associate intimately with such a sophisticated beauty. More importantly, in stark contrast to the pale whiteness of the woman’s curvaceous body, the youth was dressed entirely in black. This included dark glasses which, after briefly scratching his leering Arian features, he slid back down. Standing behind her he adjusted his ‘rapper’ hat and black combat jacket. The rounded tip of an electric cattle-prod protruded from one pocket, her discarded underwear from the other. Both simply added to his menace. When the woman had finished writing she obediently remained stiffly facing the dressing table. Her eyes were wide, apprehensive, watching him in the mirror as he took her finished note and produced another blank paper, making her shudder as he casually draped an arm around her bare shoulder, obviously relishing its softness. He smiled crudely as he slid the paper down the slope of her breasts. It brushed her nipples before dropping onto the dressing table before her. “Good, this will be satisfactory should the police get curious,” her captor folded it into a pocket of his combat jacket. “You’ll now write another – as I dictate.” Several times she had to stop to wipe or sniff away a tear as she wrote. She knew now that her aspirations and plans for the day were now gone, indeed that her whole life was on hold and probably in danger. Vaguely she wondered how he knew the details he obviously did but felt too frightened and vulnerable to raise any query. ‘Chris, Please help me, I’ve been kidnapped. I don’t know where I am or who’s holding me but they will only release me if you pay them £200,000. I will phone my building society to ask them to send forms transferring the money into our joint names so you can withdraw it. Sign your bit and they’ll tell you where to leave the forms for them to collect and me to sign. After you withdraw the money they’ll tell you where to take the money. If the building society are suspicious tell them we need the money to buy a boat – this is what I shall say when I phone them. The people who are holding me say that if you do this and if I behave myself and obey them, I could be released within a week. Please help me darling, I’m frightened. Do everything they say and don’t tell the police, or anyone - or you’ll never see me again. Joanne ‘ As he regarded the blonde, the youngster felt a tightening of his loins. A smile creased Willy's thin, harsh features as he appreciated and relished the power he had over her. He had seen many English women, but never one this beautiful. She reminded him somewhat of the American actress, Meg Ryan, a younger version, totally delicious yet unattainable – except to him now. And in his seventeen years he had never seen any mature woman in the nude before, in the flesh as it were. The soft diffused colours of the bedroom blended with the soft pinkness of her body and its lush, enticing curves with hidden clefts and valleys. Despite his youth he felt totally confident of his ability to control and handle the situation during this phase of the operation until assistance arrived. Indeed he now needed to break down further any lingering resistance the woman might have and, recalling her silken bosoms under his hands, he decided he would enjoy it. "OK stand, turn slowly, hands clasped on your neck," he ordered, stepping back a little, brandishing his cattle prod after he had placed a cassette recorder on the dressing table. He enjoyed her wide-eyed terror, her gaze flicking between his face, the prod and the recorder as she nervously licked her full red lips. His gaze soon dropped below her pretty, distraught face to enjoy the beauty of her slim neck, her heaving breasts uplifted with her posture coned with erect red peaks. Then below was the flat plain of her belly leading to the soft triangular down covering her sex. "You know the prod hurts?" "Y-yes," she stammered, "please," she cringed back as he moved it near to her nipples. "You don’t move unless I tell you. I’ll now need teach you the meaning of obedience so you’ll do exactly as I say when time comes." "I will, I promise. Please don’t hurt me," she sobbed, her fingers rubbing the mark he had previously left on her hand. "I can increase the power to burn right through you, melt your tits or face," he explained, clicking the switch, which sounded like a gun cocking. "So you remember it waiting here in my left hand while my right teaches you tricks and lessons in obedience. I’ll tell you what you do and if you don’t do it immediately I’ll slap. If you resist – I’ll burn. When I say 'tits' you hold them. When I say 'head' you put your hands back there. If I say 'tongue,' you open your mouth wide and stick tongue out. I say 'legs', you open them wide. If I say 'smile' you smile. Pretty lady must have pretty smile eh?" he taunted her, watching her eyes practically bulge from their sockets as the prod, nearly touched her chin, her fingers still interlaced on her neck. "So ... tits," he suddenly snapped. Crack! "Hah," she gasped, eyes flashing with momentary anger as he slapped her across the face to leave a red handprint. It was probably only the prod, circling menacingly in his other hand, which restrained any other action on her part before she followed the direction of his gaze and quickly held her own breasts. "Not quick enough, but maybe you finally learn ... smile." A contorted look crossed her face as she tried in vain to transform it from her natural terror and anger. Slap! "Aahh." He relished the feel of her softness under his hand as he added a red mark to her other cheek. "No, you can do much better than that, you’re a pretty lady, let’s see a pretty smile, not a clown. Or maybe you’re just a thick stupid cow," he mocked, remembering her snapped response when he'd earlier asked about the camera. Anyway, he thought, she had no right to be in this house. She'd broken the law and brought it all on herself. Now he'd show her - stupid! He relished the obvious self-control she was exercised and nodded encouragement as she managed to somehow paint a smile on her twitching, wary face, still holding her breasts as if in modesty. "Not good, we practice more ... legs." Now she opened her legs a little and he deliberately looked down, enjoying the sight of her sex lips pouting immodestly between golden curly tufts. Slap! "Wider, English whore!" Now tears of shame and pain sprang to her eyes as she stood with legs blatantly wide. "Head." Slap! "Keep smiling," he ordered as she laced her hands again on her neck to leave her magnificent breasts to bounce free. "Mouth." Slap! "Arghh." He loved the feel of her breast under his hand when he slapped it for her delay in opening her mouth. Her orb jiggled delightfully and he relished the look of terror on her face, wrenching her hands from her neck in an attempt to protect her lush fruit. "You are fucking stupid!" he shouted, making her flinch back. "Mouth should be wide, tongue out, hands on head. You have much to learn, but I can help, teach. Bend, over, touch toes, legs really wide. You know what happens if you move from that position before I tell you." With amusement he saw her mouth sag and form the beginning of a fresh plea, only to be silenced by a swirl of his prod. He grew a third stiff leg as the beautiful woman obediently bent over before him, her blonde hair cascading over the anguish of her red face. The spheres of her bottom were beautifully proportioned and her pose allowed the velvet intimacies of her sex lips to peek from below, with her smaller darker puckered ring above it. Gathering his vaporising senses he reminded himself he had a job to do of rapidly frightening and breaking this woman. He brought his hand back. Slap! Slap! Once, twice, that hand cracked across the taut silken flesh of her bottom to diffuse it red. He loved the bleak despair in her eyes as she threw her head back, breath hissing through her teeth, but nevertheless still grasping her trim ankles. As a child he had played doctors and nurses and had play-smacked other girls his age but this was something different. For a plaything now he had his very own mature, sophisticated woman! The urge to enjoy himself just a little was irresistible. "Ughh," she grunted as he pushed a finger between her soft, fur-trimmed portals deep into her resisting heat. Although staggering forward a little she remained bent over as he explored her. Then he removed his finger and, with difficulty, extracted his throbbing penis from his flies. "Please," she whimpered as his stiffness rubbed between the cool cleft of her buttocks and over both secret entrances. He gripped her smooth flanks with one hand whilst allowing the prod to dangle within her field of vision. However, a tiny but insistent voice within him reminded him of his job, and with unexpected maturity for one so young faced with overwhelming temptation, he listened to it. "Now we run through it again, see if you’ve learnt obedience." He smiled as the blonde beauty followed his every order. Mouth gaping, tongue protruding ridiculously, smiling, hands on head or holding her breasts whilst doing the splits, it was like having his own slave or puppet. Faster and faster he ran her through the routine until she jumped obediently at his every command. Finally he decided she was ready for the next phase of the operation, and he wanted her sufficiently pliable mentally for it to go without a hitch. Now she stood with her hands clasped to her neck, smiling. He draped the microphone over her shoulder and with one hand held a short typewritten script before her wide eyes. The other hand held the prod inches from the quivering peak of a breast. "You now repeat words on script, exactly and in happy, excited voice please, we have inside information and know all details. You add your security and code word for your account - you no want to know what happen to you if you get wrong. No hesitation, no faltering, make convincing or you suffer much. Practice first." "Oh hi, it's Joanne Patterson here," she managed into the cassette recorder's microphone on her second attempt in bright, breezy tones. It was just lucky that the operator wouldn't be able to see the two large tears tracking her cheeks. "I want you to send the forms to my house to transfer my savings from my own account 876345 into joint names please. My husband and I may splash out to buy a boat. If he finds one suitable he'll need the money this week, if possible. I know you always need to check security, so my post-code's ME20 6XJ, my maiden name's Timber and my code word is Oliver." "Well done," the boy smiled after he had switched off. "That will be played back to their answer-machine from a phone box tonight. Now we must make you secure," he said grimly. He took absolutely no chances with her - almost as if she were a desperate, violent criminal rather than a frightened naked woman. Efficiently he clicked cuffs onto her wrists, which she had to place behind her back and a choke dog chain round her neck. Finally, he secured a ball gag in her mouth, stretching her jaws, rendering her speechless. Joanne stood trembling apprehensively like a puppy in its first day in a new house as he held her lead whilst silently pulling down a loft ladder on oiled runners. He flicked on a light and proceeded upward, tugging her chain, metal rungs hard under her bare feet. "Lean head against the steps to stop you falling back," he advised. Joanne needed no second bidding to avoid falling and hanging by the chain. It was almost with relief that she stepped off the last rung to find herself in a small windowless attic room below the sloping roof of the house. Initially she had a sense of relief that she was not to be whisked away to an unknown destination. Maybe Eva was involved? Surely the woman wouldn’t kill her. Then she wondered whether she really wanted to be naked and bound at the mercy of a lesbian! Or perhaps Eva was also being held prisoner here. She looked around, taking in a large solid chair with straps draped over it and set before a periscope-type device with its lens covered. There were also some exercise machines. She recalled that Eva was gym teacher and half expected to see the woman. Then dread gripped her belly when she saw the macabre suit hanging in the tank. Her smiling young captor proudly explained she would be confined in it for some time. Instinctively she pulled away as he patted the globes of her bottom, leading her towards the sinister contraption. "Hggggh," she managed the muffled scream through her gag as the prod brushed her thigh. "That happens whenever you don’t obey. There are others here too to guard you, there’s no way out. They’re real animals and will treat you real bad if you don’t do exactly as told," he snarled to her questing, trembling face." Understand?" She nodded weakly, despondently wondering what life now held for her - and for how long! Obediently, she let the lad fasten her securely into the suit's bondage until she was absolutely immobile and helpless, blind and dumb. Filter plugs up each nostril would also virtually remove her sense of smell. He explained to her the purposes of the various tubes and restraints until, finally he plugged her ears to remove that sense too, leaving her in a dark, still silent void. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 11th, 2006
4:53 pm	who wants to do me ?? girls only Part One, (Suzettes introduction to the lifestyle) hello E/everyone, my name is Suzette, and this is the story of my life. no, i won't be writing about my whole life, just the parts that brought me to where i am today. i am originally from a small town, let's call it hicksville, and went to church in a neighboring town, which i will call prudesville. Both towns were very near to yokeltown, and Y/you can imagine what that was like considering the names i gave them. when i was a little girl of about twelve, i happened to read a part of "The Story of 'O' ". i was so turned on by it that i couldn't hardly contain it. then i realized i wanted to be her. or at least like her. because of circumstance, i didn't have any opportunities to explore my submissive nature until many years had passed. i got a crappy job as a cashier after high school and passed a few years. finally i got fed up with small town life and moved to the city of Montreal. once there, my eyes were opened. not all at once, and not quickly, but after a couple of years i had realized i was bi, and had a couple of short but sweet relationships with women. it just wasn't enough. i needed more. my fantisies had been all about submission for years, and i hadn't yet had a chance to explore them.until i met Sylvia. i had been frequenting the wilder clubs in town and finally one night, i was approached by a tall woman dressed all in leather. She had night black hair, and the most gorgeous brown eyes i'd ever seen. W/we spent most of the evening talking and soon became friends. it puzzled me though, that at the end of O/our little talk, She didn't try to get me into Her bed. W/we did exchange phone numbers though, and soon W/we were seeing each other every other day. one day She told me She was living the lifestyle. i said, "what kind of lifestyle." my ignorance was profound. She smiled and said nothing, but as O/our friendship grew, she slowly educated me. once i understood how She lived, i opened up to Her. i told Her about my reading of "The Story of 'O' " and about my years of fantasizing... and of my yearning to be controlled. "Oh, I've been waiting for you to say that. I was sure the vibes I was getting were right, but what took you so long?" "well, i come from a place where such things aren't even admitted to exist, and if they do then they must be evil. until You told me how You live, i didn't really know that You weren't one of those people." "Well, I'm not. Now let's talk. I like you very much, and I'd love to introduce you to what you've been longing for." my heart leapt into my throat and my pulse quickened. "i'd like to say yes, but i think i need more information." "Of course you do. I was merely stating My desire. Now the way it usually works, is that W/we agree on preset limits for the sessions in the beginning. W/we usually write them down for your safety and security." "what's a safeword?" i asked. "Ahh, I think you have more knowledge than you profess." "no, it's just that i've done a lot of reading. very little about those in the lifestyle, but quite a lot of stories about Domination/submission in general." "I usually like to start out with two safewords. The fisrt means that you cannot deal with what's happening and need to stop it. The second, means that you are near enough to your limits that you don't know for sure if you can continue or not. At that point the Dominant uses His or Her best judgement and if you find you cannot continue, then you use the other safeword. Many Dominants simply use the one word, but I like to use two." W/we talked into the night and She told me She'd leave me a questionnaire for me to examine and fill out. the next day i found the questionnaire in my mail box, along with a note from Her. i read, Remember Suzette, the things you agree to will be done to you. So if you aren't sure about something it would probably be better to leave it till another time. Return this to me as soon as you've filled it out. i read it carefully and realized that fantasy and reality are very different things, so i decided to be cautious for the first time. still, when i was finished, it seemed to me that there were quite a lot of different activities checked off, and i figured that W/we wouldn't be able to do all of them in only one night. i returned the questionnaire to Sylvia and She told me to come in so that W/we could discuss it. "I don't like to just go ahead and start without first knowing why each activity appeals to you," She told me. W/we talked about it for an hour or so, and Sylvia asked a lot of questions that required very personal answers. i must have held a solid blush the whole time. before i left She gave me a day and time to come back to begin my first real time experience as a submissive. She also gave me explicit instructions on what to wear: garter belt, black nylon stockings, matching panties and bra, and stilettos. since i had known Sylvia for some time it was easy to trust Her. i showed up at Her door exactly on time. i feared being late would anger Her and i didn't think i wanted that. She met me at the door and let me in. "Remove your outer clothing." She commanded and pointed to a rack. i undid my blouse and skirt and hung them up, blushing. "Turn around." i did, and felt leather restraints encircle my wrists. i could feel my heart pounding, and my pulse racing. my stomach was churning and there was a wetness spreading between my legs, moistening my panties. She turned me to face Her and i saw She held a collar in Her hands. "For tonight, i own you little one, and this is the symbol of that ownership. But you must wear it willingly. Do you want to wear this?" "yes" i said. "pardon me?" She said. She hadn't told me how to address Her....."yes.....Mistress?" i said hopefully. "Yes, that's better," She said and fastened the collar around my neck. "I may make you beg to wear my collar in the future, but tonight this is sufficient." "I see you obeyed my instructions on your wardrobe. Good. I would hate to have to punish you so soon." She grabbed my collar by a ring in the front and led me into the living room. the living room was large and open. Her couch sat against one wall there was ample room for playing on a throw rug in the center of the room. a wall unit against the opposite wall contained Her entertainment system. She led me to the center of the room and started slowly walking around me, looking me over. "mmmmh, not bad,"She said. " I thought you'd look good." "thank You Mistress," i said. "Did I tell you to speak?" She asked. "no Mistress." "Then don't" "yes Mistress." i felt Her hand on my hip and i held off the desire to lean into Her touch. She ran Her hands over me, touching me everywhere. i moaned as She slid Her hand up my back, and breathed in deeply when She slid Her hand under my panties and squeezed my asscheeks. my panties were becoming even wetter. She felt my thighs, and calves, and moved Her hands back upwards, carressing me lightly all the way to the front of my panties. She grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs, revealing the moisture there. "Mmmmh, you're enjoying yourself aren't you?" She asked. "yes Mistress." my knees suddenly felt weak as She palmed my pussy and started gently massaging me there. She found my clit and i trembled as She toyed with it. a little cry, half sigh, half moan, escaped my lips. She slapped my ass, not hard, but enough to sting, and i stiffened. She slapped me several times more each one in a slightly different place, and when She stopped i felt an astringent warmth all over my ass. She let me stand there for a few moments, feeling the the remnants of Her touch on my ass. then Her other hand palmed my pussy again and a finger slid easily inside of me, eliciting a gasp as i felt myself penetrated. my muscles clamped down on Her finger and i could feel my own pulse reflected back from the pressure on Her finger. i was so hot. She started fingering me and resumed spanking me. three or four slaps and She paused to pinch one of my nipples, adding a new sensation to what i was feeling. She pinched my other nipple, a little harder, at the same time as She thrust Her finger deep inside of me. pain and pleasure melded into a single feeling and i wanted to melt and fall to the floor. She stopped, and i groaned. "Oh, you want to cum do you?" "yes Mistress." "I might let you if you ask very nicely." "please Misress, may i cum?" "Not yet. If you're good, I'll let you cum in a bit." i stifled a groan and waited patiently. i would try to be very good. She left the room for a moment and came back with a pair of nipple clamps. She gently put them on me, one nipple then the other. i whimpered softly. "You like that?" She asked. "yes Mistress." "Good" She sat on the edge of the couch and pulled Her skirt up. "Kneel here and lick me." She commanded. i knelt at Her feet and leaned forward to taste Her. She moaned as i extended my tongue and gently carressed Her clit. i licked Her softly, gently lapping Her juices. She groaned. i thrust my tongue inside Her, as far as i could and wiggled it around, like a small dildo. i sucked Her clit into my mouth and ever so gently sucked on it, tonging it all the while. in a few short minutes i had Her cumming. "You do that quite well, and you'll undoubtedly get better. I can't wait." She said. "I bet you really want to cum now don't you?" "yes Mistress i do." "Alright then," She said. She released my hands and handed me a dildo. "Sit there on the floor and masturbate for my pleasure. If you do well, i will let you cum." i had never let anyone watch me masturbate before so i was a little shy. i sat down and spread my legs. i carressed myself with the tip, running it along the inside of my thighs, to my perenium, up my slit to my clit. i brought it to my entrance and played there for a bit, letting my moisture lubricate it. i slowly inserted it and started fucking myself with it. "Stop!" She commanded. i stopped, groaning my disappointment. i let the dildo sit inside me, feeling it's girth as an outward pressure against my vaginal muscles. while i sat there, i was acutely aware of the clamps pinching my nipples. the feeling mixed well with the dildo inside me. the clamps pinched me, and the dildo filled me. i wanted nothing more than to fuck myself silly with it. but i waited for Her command. She simply watched me. She stared at me and held my eyes prisoner with Her gaze. "Alright, you may continue," She said after what seemed like a long time but was probably only a minute or two. it wasn't long before i was ready. She spoke, and i thought She would stop me again, but... "You must ask my permission before cumming." She said. "Mistress, may i please cum?" i asked. i sighed a little plaintive sigh, and thought that maybe She would make me beg for a while before letting me cum. "Yes you may." She said. i felt vastly releived and She had no more given me permission than i had started cumming. it washed over me like a tidal flood and little whimpers and moans escaped my lips. She reached towards me and unclipped the nipple clamps. pain flooded me as the blood flowed back into them, mingling with my orgasm, augmenting it: extending it. with a final little cry, i finished. She pulled me to the couch and held me, softly carressing my hair and cooing approving noises gently into my ear. i loved Her for that. i leaned my head on Her breast and basked in Her approval as i came down. "So little one, did you have fun?" She asked after a little while had passed. "yes Mistress, i did." "I'm glad," She said. "Do you want to come back and do it again?" "yes Mistress i do." "Good." She had me dress, and led me to the door. She kissed my forehead and sent me home, telling me that She would call and W/we would arrange another play time. i realized that i had found something i'd been looking for all my life. i smiled as i walked towards the subway, thinking of the next time. here ends part one. Suzettes introduction to the lifestyle. hopefully part two will be written soon. Current Mood: amused Current Music: lionel ricjie (38 Comments |Comment on this)
4:28 pm	kinky ?? and how kinky are you ?? You scored as Dirty Piercings. AH!!! You dirty person you! Put that away!!! Who did that for you!? Your the kinkiest of the kinkiest and probably think you're hot stuff. Well, maybe you are but that's kinda nasty. Ew. Weirdo. </td> Dirty Piercings 100% Cartilage Piercing 80% Tongue Piercing 70% Labret Piercing 70% Belly Button Piercing 60% Nipples 50% Earlobe Piercing 50% Nose Piercing 30% Lip Piercing 30% What Piercing Are You? created with QuizFarm.com Current Mood: content Current Music: lucky dube- reggea (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
6:19 pm	sooo horny as i'm gona get fucked today today tonite this canadian girl who was talking to "c" asked what she could do to me and she was told if i resisted she could/should rape me as i would be wet anyway !! "c" knows me to well and she understands my body NEEDS pleasure like a drug!!! (36 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 30th, 2006
12:21 pm	Window display of ME !! Being asked to choose between a slut or a nympho i chose to be both !! "celestine" denied me my orgasm for a day and a half,by the evening of sat 25th March,i was desperate to cum. At her suggestion i agreed to have a public orgasm,at a place of her choice,we went to the coffee shop Her hand under the table,between my legs,her finger going in and out,giving me her finger to lick my juices off. But alas the orgasm was NOT allowed !! We had wine, later which she knows makes me even hornier and my wet pussy drip even more And i finally had to agree to being fingerfucked in my own lingerie shop window,it was the ultimate orgasm,what would it be like to brought off in public and the best part ??? It was in the display window of my own shop-the late at nite- any one done anything as kinky and liked it ??? Doooo tell and share the fun !! Current Mood: dirty (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 17th, 2006
8:46 am	the humility and sexual fun had with rex Last sat 4th feb My new mistress told me we were to have a guest The girl she had picked upon the beach a girl she know made me wet. My Mistress is called Celestine,she was given meor rather i was given to her by my brother,for her to fuck after he has fucked me. ""C"" for Celestine has taken my body to ne her's tho the decadent things she makes me do are truly what make me love her. She has introduced the nieghbours dog -rex and made me let him eat my till i cum on three occasions as a female guest watches. knowing how turned on it would make me !!! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
5:10 pm	Being Kinky ?? Last sat 4th feb My new mistress told me we were to have a guest The girl she had picked upon the beach a girl she know made me wet. My Mistress is called Celestine,she was given meor rather i was given to her by my brother,for her to fuck after he has fucked me. ""C"" for Celestine has taken my body to ne her's tho the decadent things she makes me do are truly what make me love her. She has introduced the nieghbours dog -rex and made me let him eat my till i cum on three occasions as a female guest watches. knowing how turned on it would make me !!! Current Mood: accomplished (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 28th, 2006
5:13 pm	Sexy Slut I have always been told that i am a slut Tis only the other day that my brother brought me a girl to fuck But as always,i gte to fuck her and then he gets to pound into me !! The best is when i am,having her and know that i a while,his cock will be pounding into me,agaisnt my womb The kinky gals i at times get?? I gte to suck his spunk out of them,at it is one such gal who called me a sexy slut!! Current Mood: bitchy Current Music: sexy (3 Comments |Comment on this)