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The Preacher's Wife
Punishment By Strict Enema
Maggie Christine
Height 5'6" Weight: 152 Hair: Brown Eyes: Green
Bust: 38 Cup: B Waist: 35 Hips: 39
Date: June 27th, 2025 Place: Mason City, IA
Last: Feb, 2025 Session No: 14 Next: Oct 2025
Theme: Punishment Enema
I spend about 8 months out of the year traveling around in my RV. Not all at once, but a number of shorter trips, all out from my home in Deming, NM, where I have a small, private business designing and building small aircraft ...

As the black sedan brought Amy closer and closer to her tenth meeting with her Master, she focused on the gift he had left her in the back seat.
She was far too well-trained by now to even consider opening it before the thirty-minute timer on her phone went off, but she liked to imagine its contents. Perhaps he had chosen an outfit for her to wear; he often picked out lingerie for their sessions but the only instruction for clothing this year had been to wear a skirt....

'Ok, and what if I say that I want you to have sex with them?'
She stopped and looked up at him.
'What then, Lysette. Would you fuck and suck them both to please me? Would you allow them complete touching and fucking access to all your glorious holes if I said that is what I wanted?' Jack said....

Princess Samantha awakened as the sun was beginning to rise on a gorgeous summer day. Even though she was a princess, she couldn't help but be giddy with anticipation! After all, this was her day! The day she'd waited a long time to experience. Exactly 21 years, to be precise, because this was the morning of her birthday and she was now becoming the age of 21. It was a magical age because her mother was currently the Queen, and even though Samantha had been a princess all her life, it wasn't until she reach...

I squirmed with excitement as we pulled up to the airport; I was about to find out where my amazing husband was taking me for our 15th anniversary. He had promised something extra special and told me it would be an international destination, but nothing else. Still, that told me enough: International meant we would be visiting a BDSM club or event....

You clip the red lead on my collar and lead me from the limo to the motel, breezing through the doors with a spring in our step. I expect you to lead me to the elevator however a quick flick of your wrist makes me follow obediently to the bar where you order an expresso martini, making me sit there in my cum covered and filthy clothes, ignoring the looks from other patrons as they nudge each other, their giggles and whispers about me looking so dishevelled and you somehow still so elegantly sexy....

Rick and Jane were a very happy couple. Married for twenty years, they enjoyed a perfect relationship and a fantastic sex life. When they had both not long turned forty they decided to spice things up even more by exploring their sexuality. Jane had told Rick she was bisexual, and had experienced a few sexual encounters in the past with other women. They had always used sex toys, but these became progressively more varied and adventurous, moving into BDSM. Finally they took the plunge completely and joined ...

"I won't make this offer again."
The words rang true. Especially...
"Send me your address now, or I've got bigger fish to fry."
Especially since it was my wife. This message means one thing: get ready for freaky sex. But, I digress.
Not long ago, after a way too long lull in our sex life, we came to a solution of sorts. Essentially, this call was her way of telling me she wanted sex, and this particular call was also a code for the type of sex....

Lana, we met online. I used one of those online dating sites.
I uploaded 6 pictures of myself. A close up, one of me water skiing, another at the pool, one at a film festival, another with my friends at the local pub, and the last dressed up for work. I answered some basic information and then answered a few personal questions....

After our first – and last – intercourse, there hadn't been any sign of Becky for a while. Not a single message, not an unanswered phone call; both of the messages that I had sent had remained without an answer.
If nothing had happened to her, then it just had to be because of us having sex. As she had been the one initiating it, not even once but twice, the weirder it seemed....

Chapter 36: The wayward daughter
After the demanding lesson of Ser Simon, Corantin had to spend half an hour resting before he could stand again.
He was now descending the stone stairs of the basement to his dungeon. Obviously, he was going to free Amari from today's play. He had left her bound to a bed with the magical hood on. While not truly a neglect play. With the current circumstances, it was the best he could do....

Chapter 4 -- A Grave Mistake
The night was rough, Sarah's body was bruised with purple marks scattered across her stomach. Arriving back home in the early hours of the morning was hard enough. However, she struggled with cold sweats the whole night, battling her anxiety. After hours of attempted sleep, she tried to listen to music on the radio, eventually falling asleep with it on. The morning came abruptly, a piercing emergency announcement on the radio rattled her awake....

Chapter Two:
Back to our visitor.
My wife began to speak to me, she told me that she had met three different women at the bar around the corner, after buying them a drink or two and chatting them up she would ask if they had any dominant tendencies and if they might have interest in punishing her husband for their own pleasure. The first one didn’t really know what to do with that, and quickly left. The second one apparently a little bit drunk, had some interest, but asked where her husband was, my wi...

Slave Train - slave girl sara
A bit of an odd ball story this one
Bureaucracy gone mad were my feelings when I got a letter, in a long brown envelope, from my local city council.
Dear Mr. Brown
It has been brought to my attention you have opened a company trading as "Slave Training."
Could you either change the name of the company or contact us in the first instance regarding your Training Records, Health and Safety, Teacher Accreditation and Risk Assessments....

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Mallory was getting used to being nude in front of strangers, singly or in groups. She was comfortable with her body being watched and assessed. What still felt odd, though, was the absence of finishing points that dressing provided.
She'd wake, or bathe, or use the toilet, but still be disorientated at not putting anything on or pulling anything up when she was done. But this was her owner's rule; Mallory's body was always to be fully on show and available. Her only garment was the collar around he...

"So. You consent to serve. How NICE." The last said with a noticeable amount of extra bite.
"Follow, but keep your head lower than mine, and 3 paces behind me at all times."
Without waiting to check on his compliance, Ren walked into the interior of her house. After a short distance, Ren paused outside a plain wooden door, and instructed: "Kneel... and stay" (added somewhat as an afterthought)....

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Saturday Night
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They arrived home after their day out and the session on the farm. Carmen was physically and mentally exhausted.
The three of them entered the house and Sir headed to the living room.
"Go to your room and get undressed. I'm going to wash you, puerca. I don't think Bunny got all the stink off of you."...

House of Urvile: Poker Night
Her manicured fingers flipped the cards one over top the other nervously before peeling back the edges and glancing at what was hidden underneath. She tried to hide her excitement at what she glanced at briefly. Ace/King was a strong hand and she paid her blind and watched the others at the table join her....

I spotted him immediately. Call it professional experience, or instinct, or maybe some kind of sixth sense, but I always know a good long-term client when I see one. The key is making him think he's in control before pulling the rug out from under him, leaving him disoriented and desperate. A man like this likes the chase almost as much as he likes to eventually submit, but I'm getting ahead of myself....

I've known Ursula Ditko for years. She grew up in my neighborhood and when I first met her, she was a high school student. About a year ago, she went off to college and I didn't really expect to see her again anytime soon. Then she dropped out of school and came back home.
"Did you hear?" my sister asked. "Ursula got into a big fight with her dormmate and now she says she's dropping out of school. I wonder what the fight was about."...

Title: The Unknown
POV: Katie
The blindfold was snug, soft velvet against her skin. Ryan had tied it with surprising tenderness, brushing his fingertips along her hairline before securing the knot. She lay stretched across their bed, arms gently restrained above her head, wrists cradled in padded cuffs they'd picked out together weeks ago. Her ankles were securely tied to the footboard, leaving her legs a little slack to move about, but still forced slightly apart....

Don's cock pulsed its rigidity as it wagged with his movement on all fours, his anus tingling readily at just what he'd allowed himself to be led into. There was no going back now though, stripped naked of his clothes, that cock boned all the more as he watched Cordelia's graceful and beautifully rounded buttocks jostle deliciously in her tight black and revealing lacy leggings, her cynical laughter at him, as Hilda's cane prompted him on his journey to a thrashing, had him long to be caned by her, rather t...

-- A Dissatisfied Man --
It's Monday night. A grueling week of work ahead. Beta sits at the edge of their cold bed in his white briefs, fingers clenched in his lap. Across the room in a single-seat plush chair, Anna kicks her feet up on a footrest and buries her head in a novel. It's been years since her hands brushed his, decades since their bodies tangled in anything close to desire. Beta wonders sometimes if Anna remembers he exists--that he still has a sex drive. Or if the man who kissed her before h...

Be warned, this is a very dark story about slavery during dystopian times.
Derek Sampson had prepared his presentation for 100 of the wealthiest and most influential men in the US. His plans were good and he was going to create the whole winner-loser vibe and rely on peer pressure to get donations and investments in his THISE project. He was ready, got on stage, introduced himself to the audience and started his presentation....

-- Note that English is not my native language.
-- All characters are fictional, any resemblance with real people you may know is pure coincidence.
-- My very first story, please feel free to comment on the story.
**Secret agent Anna is introduced to chastity devices for work, but soon discovers that these devices can be used for personal pleasures and additional income, she also get's obsessed to punishes sex offenders that got away with their crimes.**...

**** Legal Disclaimer All characters are over the age of 18****
Cindy was ready at 9:45, she isn't a morning person and is usually late for everything, but for some reason she didn't want to disappoint Jane. Cindy was dressed in baggy sweatpants and t-shirt.
Jane arrived sharply at 10, looking incredible in black tights and a tiny workout top....

I've officially been 27 for 25 hours. I'm old enough to get botox, but I'm not old enough to have "adult" money to actually get botox. I resign myself to buying the nicest sunscreen to stay looking this good. I've lived the last week as a free man, waking up whenever and hopping on the city's limousine to catch a ride. North Hollywood station is my usual stop. Days are spent fantasizing and nights are for living out the fantasy. I have a 100ft ethernet cable running from downstairs to upstairs. Every place ...

summary:
Helga and her husband Andrew are slowly unraveled by Mistress Casandra--a powerful, merciless woman who uses spit, strap-ons, and public humiliation to strip them of shame and reshape them into obedient playthings. A story of submission, erotic ruin, and the seductive cruelty of control.
The Sunday light filtered soft through the living room curtains, gold-tinged and slow like syrup over pancakes. Andrew stood by the hallway mirror adjusting the collar of his navy pullover, his reflection cat...

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GET LUCKY
You know sometimes it is just a look. That's what I was thinking when I eyed the tall red head at the bar. It wasn't that she was beautiful, because she really wasn't. She was nice looking, sure. But she looked, well she looked powerful, she looked confident, she looked in charge. It was her eyes that drew me in, of course the curves on the way up to those eyes didn't steer me away. Yes it was the eyes. They way she surveyed the room as I watched her. The way they looked when...

A ritual and musical divertissement


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Vitavie

This text is a mood piece. It does not have a plot as such, or just a simple one. There is public exhibition, whipping and caning, there are great projections of a woman's three orifices. There is audience participation - the full complement and a trio of soloists. And there is music....