LOGINI work as a traveling reporter for Chicago Bulls Baseball Team, the minor league squad that plays in the American League at the state level. I was twenty seven. I acquired the job almost like an accident last month. I was at a large Christmas party at a friend’s house when the host and I started talking baseball, the way we always did. A few other guys drifted over to listen, and one middle aged man kept asking me questions about the numbers I knew by heart. His name was Thomas Miller, we spoke about this and that that day, he took my contact and the following week, I got the appointment for an interview. I replaced the old travelling reported who died. actually. To my surprise I enjoyed the new role far more than I expected, especially during the quiet months between seasons. Once spring training began I had plenty of time to dig deeper into the statistics of the players I expected to see on our roster and the teams we would face. Being paid just to study baseball numbers
I work as a traveling reporter for Chicago Bulls Baseball Team, the minor league squad that plays in the American League at the state level. I was twenty seven. I acquired the job almost like an accident last month. I was at a large Christmas party at a friend’s house when the host and I started talking baseball, the way we always did. A few other guys drifted over to listen, and one middle aged man kept asking me questions about the numbers I knew by heart. His name was Thomas Miller, we spoke about this and that that day, he took my contact and the following week, I got the appointment for an interview. I replaced the old travelling reported who died. actually. To my surprise I enjoyed the new role far more than I expected, especially during the quiet months between seasons. Once spring training began I had plenty of time to dig deeper into the statistics of the players I expected to see on our roster and the teams we would face. Being paid just to study baseball numbers
I am Mara. I am forty-two and I work nights in the ER at Riverside General. I have wanted Ethan for two months and the want is getting dangerous. He is twenty-five. He is the new resident. He is tall and lean and still a little nervous and he asks me questions every shift because I have been doing this longer than he has been alive. I do not sleep with people from work. I learned that rule years ago and I kept it. But Ethan walked onto my floor and the rule started cracking. I sit at home at two in the afternoon after another long shift and I should be asleep. Instead I keep replaying the way he looked at me last night and my hand is already between my legs. We almost kissed in the supply closet. We stood two inches apart and both of us were breathing hard and I pulled back at the last second because I am the senior nurse and he is still a resident and this could ruin both of us. I am not sure I can keep pulling back. My body feels wound so tight I might snap. Ever
I could only make a muffled sound around the thick rubber filling my throat but the sound was one of agreement. The machine was about to begin and I already loved every second that was coming.I was already fully locked into the machine when Julia opened the control panel to set the rest of my day. The soft female voice greeted her at once.“Hello Julia. I detect Harry secured in place. Please enter the duration of his presence today.”She thought for a moment. She needed to collect the children around four in the afternoon and it was already nearly eight in the morning.“Ten hours,” she answered.“Full fluid exchange?” the machine asked.“Yes, and there will be external deposits later as well.”“Please program sexual cycles.”“Full cycles,” she said. “An orgasm every thirty minutes. Semen recycling today so he eats everything he produces, and urine recycling too.”She moved on to the titty tickler settings and chose mild electrical pulses that would begin as light tickles and slowly
I hardly slept well any more and the little sleep I did get was never deep. After almost ten years of marriage the children had gone off to college and the house finally belonged only to the two of us. Becoming a full-time submissive had been my own idea at the start but I never imagined how completely Julia would take the role and how thoroughly she would reshape every part of my days. I loved every bit of it.Once she began locking me in the closet each night she cleared out every ordinary piece of clothing I owned and replaced them with small leather harnesses and tight outfits that left almost nothing covered. She sold my car without discussion and then she contacted the company and arranged an early retirement package that paid a steady monthly amount. That money gave us the security we needed so I no longer had to work and could stay exactly where she wanted me.One of the best changes was the installation of the Manhandler 6000. Julia liked it because it took care of keeping me
She reached down and unfastened her uniform pants. She stepped out of them and then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down her thighs. He watched every movement. “Give those to me,” he said. She handed him the panties and he put them in his pocket. “Put the slacks back on and go back to work. Come and get them at the end of the day.” She dressed the lower half of her body again and left the office. The video jumped forward to five o’clock. She knocked and he called for her to come in. “Sergeant, I wanted to get my panties back,” she said. He looked at her for a long moment. “You’ll have to earn them.” Her face showed the question but she did not speak. “Undress,” he told her. “Put the uniform on the chair in front of my desk.” She unbuttoned the blouse again and folded it carefully before placing it on the chair. Then she unbuckled her pants and slid them down her legs. Without the panties her pussy lips looked full and swolle
The silence in my mother’s apartment was suffocating. She stood near the large window, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at me like I was someone she no longer recognized. The anger radiating from her was almost tangible. “You actually came here,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “A
The master bedroom felt quieter than usual that night. Kyros had carried me upstairs after we got home, but instead of immediately tearing each other’s clothes off, he sat on the edge of the big bed and pulled me gently onto his lap. I was still wearing my crumpled cream dress, and I could feel th
The silence that swallowed the office was heavier than anything I had ever felt.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I stared at my mother standing frozen in the doorway, her designer suitcase still clutched in one hand and her face twisting from shock into pure rage.Kyros stayed buried de
Kyros had left by the time I woke up the next day. I yawned, moved downstairs to learn from the maids that he left in a hurry.Last night was hectic, I remembered falling asleep with his cock buried inside me. Something must have came up, so I dressed up and pack some food and made towards his of







