Tag member submitted Erotica

There I was, sitting on the grass, my mind and body still in the afterglow of orgasm —— by my own hand, which I knew was strictly forbidden —— and finding Headmistress Princesca standing there looking down at me. I’d never seen her so furious.

My job is to literally do anything that needs to be done here. Pruning, weeding, mowing, propagating, mulching. I’m extremely lucky. Being out of doors, working with my hands in this beautiful place is sheer heaven for me. Naked and barefoot . . . and as close to freedom as a slave can get here. Mistress Bonnie- completely naked!

My name is Nicholas. I’ve been a slave here at the Compound for five months. Although I’m not officially owned by anyone —— not yet anyway —— I’m being trained to prepare me for next summer’s slave auction, where I hope to be purchased by a loving Mistress. My dream is to devote myself completely to her —— whoever she may be —— in hopes that she will find me worthy and keep me with her always.

I was once Owned by a dominant couple…I now belong to King. I am a slave, I have no choice but to welcome Kings cock into my anus and thank him for the pleasure of being used.

Michael. Your former Master and Mistress released you to my care. You are mine. To do with as I please. To use in any manner I require. You will soon learn exactly what my needs and desires are, and you will make certain that you fulfill them exactly as I wish

lead pony in the stables. My last owners were a dominant married couple. They liked to include me in their lovemaking sessions, and although I had tried my best to do whatever they wanted, I didn’t think they were very happy with me. They never spoke to me except to give me an order.

I had this dildo specially made just for you

virgin ass to her strap-on.

’ve had countless enemas since arriving here at the Compound, and yet every one was a little different. I knew the basic routine, and yet the variety of Nurse Katherine’s technique makes each one unique.

whap with the paddle on my burning butt. “Slap!” Another whap with the paddle on my burning butt. That makes eight. Only two more to go and then I could relax. I kept telling myself not to cry, not even to whimper. And I was concentrating all my energy into not moving a muscle.