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I'll be done by the time they're finished with work. I was laughing at a sub who tried to lie about sneaking out but was caught on camera, and blamed it on malfunction saying she was bending down to picking herbs to boil tea for her stomach and not sneaking through the hole of the fence, she taught her dom was stupid it also wasn't her first time doing it, he let her off the hook And waited for her to do it again when she did and was coming in back he was there waiting for her she made a funny and I laughing my arse off. When my doms came in, " who gave you permission to eat that? " they ask, making me jump

"You don't know much about it, do you?" "I've skimmed a few books but nothing more" Meg replied, shaking her head. "Okay. Tell me what you think about it. I wanna hear your thoughts and conclusions". Jake asked her. "Okay. I think, it involves bondage and whips, maybe a few cuffs and paddles. I know that there's a Dominant person and a submissive one. And that the dominant sort of derives pleasure from giving the submissive pain. Although I do not understand why someone would want that or would want to inflict pain on themselves to please someone" Meg explained.

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

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His tongue circled my clit—slow, teasing—then sucked hard, teeth nipping gently. His fingers quickly joined again, all three now, stretching me wider, pounding in time with his licks. I was lost, relishing every flick, every thrust, my dreams exploding into reality. He was my dom, owning my body, teaching me submission through ecstasy and pleasure. "Fuck... you taste like sin," he muttered, tongue plunging deep, fucking me with it while his fingers curled against that spot. I screamed, my orgasm building fast, but he pulled back immediately, cutting it off and denying me release.

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.