Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I close the door quickly behind me as I rush to my room, checking my phone for the time. I see that you’ve texted, and my pulse quickens as I open it – “be there in 15. Usual position”. I smile and skip the last few steps, quickly shedding my coat and bag as I hunt around for the appropriate items. Ten minutes later, I am kneeling on the floor in front of my door, hands behind my head, wearing a suspender belt, fishnets, nipple clamps, and a plug that always makes you smile. I breathe deeply, trying to settle my nerves so I won’t rush to you when you come in. It’s always difficult to rein myself in when you’re around. I hear a car outside and have to force myself to not check if it’s…
Ay: Mayıs 2024
I Don’t Know How To Dominate
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “I really don’t know how to do it,” she told him. “It’s just not me.” “If it’s what your boyfriend wants,” he suggested, “Then I don’t see you really have a problem with it. After all, it’s not difficult, is it? “I wouldn’t know how to start,” she confessed. “Can’t you give me some advice? I mean, I’ve heard all about the dominatrix thing, I just don’t really know what it’s all about.” “Why ask me?” “Because you know about these sort of things,” she said. “I don’t. I don’t understand them, and if I don’t understand why he wants it or exactly what he wants then I can’t do it. Or I might do it wrong. Please help me.” “I’m not sure I can,” he said hesitantly. “I’d be too embarrassed.” “No you wouldn’t,” she said…
Hurt
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Rhythmically, as if trying to tune the beating of my heart to hers, she clenches my hand as we climb the shallow staircase. She smiles through a tightened jaw and walks with a grace devoid of its usual life. Holly’s facade would make fools of most people, but to me, her stress couldn’t be more obvious if she were wearing a signboard. “Good evening. How may I help you?” a melodic voice reaches out from the shadows as a beautiful woman in a fitted and very feminine tuxedo steps from the darkness. “Good evening Michelle,” I say, passing her two plastic cards taken from the inside pocket of my tuxedo jacket. “We have a reservation for 8:30.” Michelle smiles, swiping the rectangles through the notebook computer she cradles like a high-tech clipboard. Returning the membership cards, her…
How Long Can I Hold On?
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The room hums with anticipation. Mine. Yours. I don’t know where you are. I don’t know what you have planned. I don’t know how long you’ll keep me like this, hands tied above my head in a silk restraint as I strain onto my toes to keep my weight from completely hanging from my wrists. I know you love a surprise. I know you love to see me squirm. I know you love to watch as I try to make sense of the bindings and sensations, guessing at what your devious mind has planned for me and whimpering as the seconds stretch on. Can you see the tremble of my thighs, the strain of my calves, the heave of my chest, the point of my nipples, the grip I hold on the restraints? Has my suffering been…
Hothouse
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Stacy wouldn’t have spent the money to add it, but when she bought her new home it was already in place. She wasn’t that into gardening, but the previous owner had kept a very large flower garden on the spacious grounds and had a large, glass enclosure attached to the back of the house alongside the deck where she raised prize-winning violets. It wasn’t really glass. The clear, curved panels of its roof and the not-so-clear panels of its walls were actually some sort of heavy plastic. It faced south so the full force of the sun shone on it throughout the day. The description of the home on the realtor’s website said it had an attached greenhouse, but as the realtor showed Stacy around the place, she constantly referred to it as a hothouse. “Even if…
Homecoming
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I watched you as you walked out the door of the airport. My heart went out to you, you looked so weary and tired and I knew right then what I had planned for you was just what you needed. You looked up and saw me, and suddenly, all the worries vanished from your face. In their place, your eyes sparkled and your smile lit up the room. You enveloped me in your arms, buried your face in my hair and whispered in my ear, “Honey, how I have missed you.” I clung to you, tears forming in my eyes, drawing you as close as possible. “I know love, it has been much too long,” was my reply. We gathered you luggage quickly and made our way to the car. Once on our way, I told you…
His
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s Note: This started as a fun RP between me and a… hmmmm i’ll call him a friend lol It escalated to this after I was naughty trying to turn him on by sending what I would like to happen in such a situation as written here, but it was so good I decided to turn it into a story. I hope you all like it cuz I freakin’ love it! He’s also my editor for the… uhhh VERY raw version of this that I wrote lol Thanks so much… steph *giggles* ***** I look at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time. I’ve still got 15 minutes before he’s due, plenty of time to go over it all again. I turn in front of the full length mirror one more time, picking at the…
Herworld Chronicles Ch. 04
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 As Nilok carefully stretched and nursed his soreness, he looked out across the street and then up to the lofty citadel, dreaming once more of what might be. He held the bars as various women passed by with their slaves in tow; either ignoring him completely or giving brief glances of utter contempt. As his eyes followed the rear of a particularly shapely woman down the street, something touched one of his hands; it was the little girl he’d seen over to the west. She smiled pitifully at him and passed him a large ripe apple. “Mistress Serena says this is for you.” She smiled at him as he thanked her and skipped across the street and a little way down a side street. His heart raced as he saw the child link hands with the lovely…
Her Morning Shower
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 When the alarm began to ring at 8:45 a.m. the last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed to begin the morning routine of getting ready for work, especially not with Master lying beside her. But knowing that today was the half way mark to the weekend she had to be satisfied with the fact that it’d only be two more days to wait until she could have him to herself. So with that tucked away in the back of her mind, quietly she rose out of bed to make her way towards the bathroom for her morning shower. It’d only take a few moments after turning the water on for her to reach the toilet to relieve herself, the urge to pee had been great since the night before where she’d fallen asleep…
He Be Uncle Genesis
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Inside the Party Room, 19 year old Zoe bent down on one knee, dropping her chin to the floor and took the china plate in her teeth. Oh, it was disgusting to look at. A piece of pizza, four lipstick stained cigarette butts and an anchovy. Zoe began slowly pulling her chin up, feeling the intense pain from her knees on the floor of the Kappa Gamma Sade Party Room. Zoe’s wrists were in acute pain, cuffed as they were behind her back. How the hell was she to get back to her feet? A heavy plate in her teeth, no balance from her fucking arms…and if she spilled the plate, Thomasine would make sure Zoe had to eat up the pizza, butts and anchovy, God. And Zoe had already crawled around on the floor eating up…