One of the collection of immortal sonnets

One of the collection of immortal sonnets

A classic Russian poem

A classic Russian poem

Verse by a Latin Poet

Classic English poem

"Comfortable?" She asked him, expecting no reply to the question, which was only an expression of her own delight at seeing him so far from being comfortable. The poor wretch could not in any case reply to her mocking question, because the leather laced skin-tight over his mouth concealed a large rubber ball-gag strapped tight to silence him completely.

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The bar-girl steps forward and removes the leather hood from the customer nearest the girl. The gagged man squints in the sudden light and then, as he sees the girl drawing disdainfully on her cigarette, the bored pout of her full lips and her breasts thrusting arrogantly inches from his face, his eyes widen and he begins grunting with excitement.

"Remember you must let me know when to stop" Her smile broadened, knowing how hard it was for him to form words, to do much more than just moan, and then in one swift movement she took him entirely within the heat of her mouth, his head rocked back on the pillow, his body jerking wildly, his mind trying to push out the need, wanting the sensation of her upon him, "p p p pp please..." was all he managed and she pulled away, her tongue resting on him, her eyes alive, mouth wet with him, "Please what? Please you want to cum, please stop or you will cum? What?" her voice was light, playful, teasing, his head giddy all he had managed was a stammered "yes" and she laughed gently as she stood, his body still twitching.

Ms. Krandall's cow moaned and his eyes silently begged for the release he knew he would be denied during a simple bag changing. The cows were brought to orgasm at random intervals, a dozen or so being masturbated daily. It had been discovered that an ever-present hope of ejaculation made them more productive. Their pitiful cries and gasps as they were being worked up and off were broadcast over the public address system in the factory.

‘He just wants to masturbate for you,’ Hannah confided and then rolled her eyes. ‘Men!’
‘It’s his kinky little dream, apparently,’ Savannah said. ‘Just watch, it won’t take long.’
‘Jonathan…’ Sharon exclaimed, eyes bulging.
‘Please,’ Jonathan mumbled. He just had to come and even though this was the most shameful thing he had ever done in his life, he was prepared to go through it just to get relief!

Once he was undressed, securely bound and wearing the heavy leather collar I loved so much, my delighted gaze wandered slowly over my handsome captive's delicious form. I struggled to conceal my pleasure as I appraised my prize with rising excitement: his proud chest and sleek muscles, his smooth flat belly, his long, firm thighs...

Something warm
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For weeks she had been taunting me about what she'd be doing-or rather, had been teasing me by not telling me-It's a surprise, but I can tell you I'll be feeding you something liquid and very warm" she giggled with an evil laugh.

"From my hair to your balls - I just know you enjoy having my ribbon there, don't you darling?" She put her arms around her victims neck and gave him a slow and sensual kiss. Dale had ceased her efforts on his cock - at least with her hands, She had gone to a table and picked up a comb. "My turn now,"she smiled. She sat down on a stool in front of Alan and began to comb her beautiful hair. The comb whispered through the thick soft hair, transforming it into a sheet of copper colored silk. Again his cock sprang into life.

I started to say, “please my Love...” but all the answer I got was a short glance at me and a soft “shhh” from Helen. Soon he was in her, they kissed and caressed each other, as I saw his cock entering Helen’s pussy once, once again and once again... so many... so many times, as I could heard her moaning, whimpering and screaming in soft whispers and her face showed an expression of pure ecstasy. I saw her coming...

Scanning the room, the client would take in the view.- 10 of Fiorella’s best and newly qualified slaves, standing on mirrored podiums and secured in place by a pole or chain from the ceiling, revolving slowly, so all angles of their physiques could be examined. Referring to them laughingly as her stud stable as she took most seriously their entire physical and mental presentation and well-being as would a champion racehorse breeder.

See how soft they are, and yet how firm. Do you see the contours and shape? They are very lovely aren't they? Look at their smoothness and how I can mould them gently with my hands..And have you read how the nipples harden if they are stimulated, she teased, well just watch and l'll show you...

His lips were just a fraction from her fingertips now as he lowered his head slowly in honour and supplication to kiss her delicate outstretched hand. His senses were swept up and enveloped in her whole being, her presence totally overpowering him. In those final moments before he touched his goddess, before his life changed forever, the past few weeks shot through his mind in a series of blazing flashbacks………….

The butler could hardly remember when he was given such a privilege – to be so close to Her and to be allowed to feast his hungry eyes on the perfection of Her body and yes – unbelievable as it seemed, She was really talking about him. In ordinary circumstances, such a talk would have been probably quite insulting: he was merely a thing, an insignificant subject of a casual chat

‘ Poor Bozo, you’re already in love, aren’t you’ she sighed silkily and stroked her stiletto shoe over and around his swollen cock and tight full balls, grazing the delicate skin with her pointed heel and prompting little grunts of ecstasy from her mutt’s mouth.

‘I think it would help you to be a better doggy if you actually looked the part, don’t you, Bozo?’ and without waiting for a reply, She pulled the fur mask firmly over his head. It was hot and itchy and it shamed him but the dark need to be humiliated overcame him and he was so grateful to Her for this game. His Goddess looked on in glee, smiling to Herself that he was such an easy target.

I love how everything translates into a power-game when you live the lifestyle as we do... you become so aware of body language and the subtlety in which we communicate our desires and inclinations even unconciously. I realize completely I was now playing power games of my own, from the advantage of being the observer, more than the observed; and that amused me too.

A weird retelling of the old fairy-tale -a tease goddess captures a not unwilling Hansel!

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A spoken description of a Zoe's housemaid, who looks amazingly like her husband!

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A spoken description of how Zoe loves to have her feet worshipped

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A spoken description of how Zoe loves to have her feet worshipped

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A spoken description of how Zoe loves to spank bad boys

You know you’ll never find a woman as gorgeous as me who will put up with your weirdness, who, every now and again, when you’ve been a very good boy, will light up a cigarette and make you come all over my shiny, high-heeled boots! What are the chances of finding that from any other woman, eh?”

“You know you're not going to escape my clutches, don’t you. ... Of course you do, yet you still try, I wonder why. You know that's what I love about you. You always try to resist, to resist me, yet I always win. We both know that deep down you desire to be mine.” Bonnie says with a wry tone in her voice as she walks back and forth in front of Johnny, teasing his eyes with her elegant and refined body.

"A release day?Cindy said, amused. She fluttered her long nails in front of Brian again, and he thought about how they would feel toying with his frenum, the sensitive spot just under his penis tip...she would tickle and laugh as he strained against the cruel handcuffs.

Fear overtook the prince's face and he began to struggle.
'Now, dear prince, don't look so horrified. I think you may even find you enjoy being kept like this'
she said blowing him a kiss before turning to leave.
'With any luck, the queen herself will visit you from time to time.'she said. 'Of course, she knows JUST how far to go to. And NEVER quite goes far enough.'
the Princess giggled as she pulled the door shut.

It used to be a topic for conversation this developing “need“ he had for her attentions. His “thirst” for her. They used to spend countless hours teasing and tempting each other about how he never felt completely full unless he was at her feet, in her thrall. The more she exploited this thirst the more insatiable he became.

He used to fantasize about the self perceived mannerisms, tactics, and processes of such a overwhelmingly overbearing woman. He used to spill obscene amounts of himself all over the place, thinking of being in the thrall of such a demanding manipulator.

Ever since she agreed to take control of his orgasms, she’s slowly gained control over the rest of him. Effectively turned him into her pet, her toy, her boy, here he sits and waits.

"Now, let's get started," Mandy continued, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, opening his pants and yanking them down, along with his underwear.

All four of the girls burst into laughter as his face turned bright red and his cock bounced in front of them, rock hard and throbbing.

Helen's eyes glazed with sadistic passion and the moistness in her cunt reflected the wetness in his mouth as she realized his only way to react was to salivate even more. His cheeks started bulging out, as he shook his head in a vain attempt to eject the gag.

"Aah-look!", Helen cooed, " He looks like a little hamster with his mouth full!"

The Countess lay back in the water on a soft couch fixed to the base of the pool and closed her eyes. The soft hands of her slave girls massaged and stroked her satin smooth flesh while she lay for several minutes, completely relaxed, savouring the sensations that were growing within her. Suddenly her eyes opened and looked at Nebo who stared fixedly ahead. She raised her body slightly so as to expose her breasts.

Three Princesses lounge on beds of rich materials, floating on a canopy of violet silk, descending to a carpet of black velvet. Yet all this rests upon a ground of heeliotropes, that is rubberised males with eyes, ears and noses smoothed away so that only their tongues protrude to follow like a flickering wave the passage of a Princess's boot whenever it passes near them.

Rising from the bed, her skin aglow, she got on her hands and knees in front of me. I felt her warm panting breath tickling my chest. He knelt behind her and slowly inserted his stiff cock into her anxiously awaiting moist pussy. The angelic look on her face and the trembling of her body demonstrated to me how much pleasure she was feeling.

Limbs grow weak and feet begin to sway. She pushes the body down and it meekly kneels in some primitive supplication. But the savagery continues as the lashes cut in from on high. There is nowhere more to move at this lowest point. This is the end and it is boundless suffering.

The bolts clicked into place, and they were now alone. She picked up a dressage whip that she had earlier hidden in the shadow behind the door, and turned and flexed it in her gloved hands, and then walked around Stephen. The effect was quite stunning. Sarah was very pleased, and felt that they were getting off to exactly the right start.

They enjoy helpings of smoked salmon, mixed salads and caviar served with white wine or champagne. Below them the boys, reduced to beasts of burden, can only look on longingly. The boys feet and hands are caked in mud and there are numerous red scratch marks on their hand and knees. As they sweat in the blazing sun they feel their cuts sting. Understandably the boys spirit drop and the ladies notice, as they load up what must be basket number fifty, they hear the ladies question Mistress on the reward and punishment.

It was only ten thirty in the morning and yet already the temperature was soaring. Sweat trickled down the neck of "A" as he slowly, rhythmically swung the huge fan back and forth, back and forth. Goddess Aurora, cooled by the breeze he created, paid him no heed. "Y" carefully filed the fingernails held out to him, the tip of his tongue protruding in concentration, tasting the salty sweat on his lips. He dare not make any mistake, any tiny slip, or the wrath of the Goddess would be terrible.

He had seen her for the first time the previous week, arriving at the cinema just before him and strolling into the stalls as if she owned the place. For all he knew she did. She was in her late twenties, tall slim and blonde and dressed to kill, every inch the young dominatrix in her long leather gloves and thigh boots. He had been unable to think of much else all week, counting off the hours before the next Saturday night show, hoping against hope that she would grace the event with her presence again.

The sun was setting, and Chet Baker played in the background as she moved, with predatory grace, across the room to the lamp. d was encased in form fitting bronze with only his face, cock and balls left free. She lifted d's penis and began to squeeze it.
His organ bloomed in her firm gloved grasp. As his cock pulled on the ring, the cable tightened and an audible click sounded. The room was instantly bathed in a golden glow from the 100 watt bulb which sat neatly in the purpose built housing perched on top of d's head.

Mme de Morville would walk through our museums and see our heel statuettes, displayed often as civic statuary or occasionally in private chapels, and would be amazed at what had started as tiny half conceived ideas transformed now into a solid reality unimaginable in her time.

A flood of soft splattering fruit-pulp sprang out from between my dusty toes as I squelched the plum completely and the hot sweat of my toes blended with the glistening wet pulp and filthy ground-dust to make a sort of fruit-sweat-dirt jelly -so to speak a top quality toe-jelly which would make any of my subbie footlicking puppies instantly salivate-
* evil smirk *

The annual whipping competition and the cheerleaders look set to win...

Time to examine the new boy and see just how he measures up...

Their ankles have been bound to the floor for several hours already by chains, inside a special holding area awaiting the pleasures of the Council Members. Their wrists are also bound behind them. They are wearing iron collars that respond to a stunner held by each Council Member. The stunner is activated to give a slave an electrical shock throughout his body for any disobedience or insolence while wearing the collar.

The Governess picks up a riding crop and whips it across the slaves's cock and balls several times, emptying their final contents on to the slave's cum soaked stomach.She grabs and squeezes his balls very tightly in her gloved and and yells sternly at the slave, "Didn't I tell you not to cum, slave! No cum! You stupid creature! You were to focus on not cumming! You will have to be punished! Guards! Unstrap this insolent beast and have him spread-eagled and hung to await my pleasure and the taste of my whip!

She placed her sole on my forehead; the grimy grit rubbed my skin, and she poked at my mouth with the tip of her stiletto heel.

"Stick out your tongue," She demanded.

I complied and hungrily flicked the very tip of my soft mouth tool lapping the sharp metal point.

"You are an ashtray now -- a human ashtray. You can hear me, and see me, and at times, may be able to move your mouth slightly, but you have become that which you most desired in the world -- something that would make you useful to me. I have done nothing to you, you have done it to yourself.

"And now, here's the hard part: This change does not need, by the logic of the spirit that works in me, to be permanent. But it almost certainly is permanent in fact, because you long to continue becoming, and remain, and serve as my ashtray.

He laid himself miserably across her knees and she took his knickers down with a slither of elastic.
“Ordinarily,” she said, “I’d scold you for what you said to me earlier, and well you know it, but our friend Jane hasn’t got time for that so I’m going to get right on with it.” And so saying, she began to spank him with determined force.