Posts Tagged ‘B/D’
Ed Kilpatrick’s – The Lodger
Setting the scene: My name is David Jones and I'm from Glasgow in west central Sctoland. I turned 40 this year and while still single after a nasty divorce a few years ago, I've enjoyed the last year of freedom as my career has taken off in the right direction. I'm an IT consultant and while that will sound boring to so many people, it is still a relatively well paid job and has allowed me to travel. For the last year, I've spent quite a lot of time travelling between my employer's European offices but with my recent promotion to VP, head of product release, I was asked last month if I would take a temporary assignment to our corporate HQ just north of Chicago in a place called, Evanston on the shores of Lake Michigan. While I'd made many trips to our corporate HQ, I had never spent longer than a few weeks in the US and therefore a year was going to be a whole new ball game! I accepted the assignment in late October 2009 and made arrangements to have my house to be looked after by a family member for the period I was away. I didn't like the idea of renting out my house, even though the money would have been a welcome bonus. Instead I opted to take a fully expensed package, where I was still paid in the UK but would spend the next twelve months in Illinois. My employer managed to obtain the visa needed so in early November, I left the early days of winter in the UK for a much colder winter in the mid west (USA). I spent the first two weeks living out of a suitcase in one of [...]
Super Bowl Torment
My name is Allura and the following is a journal entry that i wrote almost a year ago. i am owned and have been with my Master for about 2 years now. i am required by contract to keep a detailed, written account of any activities or punishments that my Master deems significant and wishes to recall. Master will read my journal regularly and check it for spelling and grammatical errors when He is in a particularly vicious mood and is looking for reasons to punish me; not that He ever needs a reason at all. When He goes away on business trips, Master takes my journal along as comfort and for His sheer pleasure. There have even been times when i am made to stand at “attention” in the middle of the room while my Master reads my very personal journal entries to his friends in order to humiliate me. At times, Master will read old entries aloud while i masturbate when He is in the mood to “play.” With Master Bill’s permission, i am sharing this punishment with you. Anything that is in parenthesis was added solely for your benefit and was not originally in my journal entry. February 1, 2009 This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather [...]
Shaved and Snipped – Her Big Operation!
I had met my girlfriend a year before my journey began, she was tall and slim and had black hair to her shoulders and like me shaved her cunt bald. She was dominant and I loved it, she was a doctor who owned a private clinic and loved to 'treat' me, we had discussed ultimate fantasies for a while and then she decided it was time we would live it out. I was so excited it made my 'problem' worse, my clitoris was swollen all the time and needed constant attention. I had been diagnosed with a mild to moderate form of constant arousal syndrome and she was aware of this. We had discussed ways to 'alleviate' this problem of my troublesome clit, she told me the clitoris was a wonderful organ but when things went wrong it was capable of causing a lot of trouble, so I needed surgery. Of course I was willing! She asked me to be ready for an 'exam' and I was to be naked on the bed, with 'down below' shaved smooth and my legs open so the first things she saw when she came through the door was shaven cunt. I was ready and excited, she came in and I was on my back, my gash all swollen and pink, my clit aching and red and sticking right out. "How are we today?" She was wearing her white coat. "I got pain in my cunny again." "Let me see." She spread me wide. "Are you still getting painful constant arousal? "Yes, all the time, I hate it!" "You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some [...]
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself...as if to say; "Gotcha! Having fun?" That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view. "It seems like some here weren't sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model." As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who's eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush. "I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would." I replied. The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise [...]
The Check Up
Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine! Putting her handbag into the boot Suzzanne pressed the key fob twice and the indicators flashed twice and there was an audible clunk as the car locked, she turned and walked across the car park to wards the brightly lit back door to the dental surgery. As she walked she looked up, the sky was clear and darkening, a few stars were appearing and there was a definite chill in the air. Cars passed the entrance to the car park but hers was the only car visible and there was no one about. Opening the heavy door she was met by a wall of warm air and she squinted as the bright light hit her eyes. Suzzanne crossed the waiting room to the reception desk, behind the desk sat a young woman, filing her well manicured nails, and she looked up at Suzzanne and continued to chew her gum. “Hi, Miss Midsummer, I’m here for my quarter to five appointment”. The woman looked down and tapped on her keyboard, after a few seconds, she answered, “yes I’ve got you here, last appointment today, take a seat please”. Suzzanne turned, the waiting room was empty, and she walked towards the seat [...]