You were already awake when I came into the room. Sat up in bed. Looking a little tired. Almost get lagged. I set it down on the bed next to you. I pulled the chair from the desk over and sat at the side of your bed. The plot, a guy can’t sleep and goes out for a midnight stroll past a graveyard. The moon goes full and at some witching hour, all the corpses come out of their graves. The tombstones all have laudatory little scripts. Here lies Mabel Jones, beloved wife and mother. Here lies Cedric Goodfellow, the children wept at his passing, yadda yadda yadda. I reply, ’yes Mistress’ and you laugh and tell me to kiss your ass. As I try to kiss you walk away and say, ‘follow’ followed by,’ on your hands and knees like the dog you are.’ I agree that photography and video depicting persons being penetrated by objects such as vibrators or dildos is not obscene or offensive in any way. In addition, I do not believe that such material could be considered obscene or offensive.

The risen corpses then mystically run their hands over the cstones and erase the writing like sweeping away chalk, then using their bony fingers scribe more confessional bios. Here’s lies Thomas Smith, an adulterer and snuff addict, who beat his children. Here lies whomever, a thief and liar.

Cuckold / Cuckquean

After I shower and dry off I go the bed and their is a note telling me to put on a pair panties, I am deeply embarrassed my heart in pounding in my chest as I put your soiled panties on, I am feeling deep shame and compliant acceptance at the same time. You enter and say,’ you look ridiculous, I love it ! However, there is something missing.’ I can’t remember where i read this, don’t know title or author, but it is a great read. The title might be something like A MIDNIGHT STROLL PAST A CEMETERY or some such. Good morning. Eat something. I know yesterday was rough. But it’ll get easier. Have some breakfast.” You tell me to crawl behind you to the couch where I sit at your feet and you ruffle my hair telling me what a good bitch boy I have been. You say,’ tell me how much you love this bitch.’ I say,’ I love this a lot Mistress’.

I began to remember all the conversations I had had with them before this meeting. It had been two weeks since they let me masturbate. I remembered the photos they had me take a few days ago, in very… revealing poses. I can’t help but bite my lip as I think about this, for some strange reason whenever I like something, I bite my lip and I can’t help it.

At that moment I see that the Lady is going to another room, while he remains sitting on the sofa, looking me up and down. He seemed to be analyzing me, like when a predator inspects his prey. You ask me what a reasonable number would be, I say, ‘ten, Mistress’ and you reply, ‘twenty it is then.’ I count out each carefully aimed hit of the crop and you deliver them without saying a word. When you finish you look very pleased with yourself and tell me to thank you or you will start again. I was curious to see you. I made some coffee and some toast. I pulled the tray from the cabinet and walked through a little breakfast for you. You tell me I will clean your shoes and they better be perfect but first you need your uniform. With that you produce a short frilly apron and tie it round my waist. You laugh as you say,’ you make a good bitch maid. You look ridiculous.’

I walked behind them and got into the elevator. You know that there is always an awkward silence in the elevators. No matter where in the world you live, it will always be like this. This was no exception. I had entered last and, therefore, I swallowed hard and bit my lips. I sat on his legs and he put his hands on my hips, grabbed me with a little force and pulled me closer. At that moment I could feel, with my butt, a lump between his legs. My heart began to beat strongly and my breathing accelerated, what does the Lord want to do to me? Why is the Lady taking so long? And why, if I am scared, I’m so wet? I understand and agree to abide by the standards and laws of my local community, state and/or country. I understand sexually-explicit material depicting bondage, s&m and other fetish activities is allowed by the laws governing my local community, state and/or country. After I shower and dress my head and heart are pounding with feelings of lust, shame and compliance. You show me to the door and remind me that I begged for this and now I should be careful what I wished for and I will be painfully aware of who is in control and how pathetically inadequate I am.They're mine, put them on and watch. I don’t want to hear from you. I only want to hear your husband,” the voice commands from the bed. His wife listens to the instructions she has been given. When I thank you you tell me I need to cool off and should go sit in the shower. The tiles are cool on my bum and it feels good. You come and tell me it is my time for a shower then you hitch up your skirt and start to pee on me, your bladder must have been full as the golden stream cascades over me, wetting my hair, filling my mouth and running down my chest. The blonde eventually pulls off her and falls onto the husband lying next to them, clearly exhausted from all her orgasms. The wife lies there going over what happened. She’s not ready to move and draw attention to herself. Thankfully, though, the husband is ready for the blonde to leave. You instruct me to enter, kneel and offer my gift. I comply and say,’ this is for you,’ without hesitation you slap me across the face and say, ‘you will call me Mistress and you will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?’ I hesitate and you slap me again and say,’ is that clear? ‘

I’m just a nice person and I enjoy meeting new people. We all chose to eat at a Japanese restaurant and everyone immediately gave the new girl attention. They asked her questions about herself and then they talked about favorite music and movies with her. All the basic stuff you’d talk about with a new person. I was happy for her, seeing her fit in. I know what it’s like to feel left out. I was a shy kid during middle school and the beginning of high school. Once everyone stopped talking, she decided to talk to me, A pleasure that soon explodes for them both - first, the blonde’s orgasm, and she falls forward onto the wife’s body. Then the husband, holding the blonde onto him by gripping her hips, shoots his cum inside her. I am an adult, at least 18 years of age, and I have the legal right to possess adult material in my local community, state and/or country. The women her husband normally takes in this way have never been like this, demanding and a little mean to her. He hasn’t said anything, but she’s sure that’s because he is only thinking about the blonde's next orgasm. She questions whether the blonde’s attitude toward her is what is turning her husband on even more than normal. He did love that his wife was submissive; maybe this was the next step.Then he starts to speed up, grunting and groaning, which in turn causes his wife’s panties to become wetter. He leans down and kisses the blonde passionately just like he was kissing his wife not so very long ago. This is turning his wife on even more as she watches every move they make. She finds herself gripping the bedsheets she is kneeling against as she’s trying to stop herself from touching her pussy.