Bondage and restriction - Page 92



Ashley’s scream echoed through the basement. “AAAAAYY! Please, it hurts!” she squealed, but he seemed not to notice. The brutal man who had captured Ashley and her boyfriend didn’t care about her humiliation or her pain
His tongue licked over my breast. I could tell he was enjoying this. My eyes and voice held fear in them. I felt his teeth clamp down on my nipple. The more I move. The more he bit harder. His teeth were not the same. Though teeth are sharp, his were sharper



Vengeance, a sweet delight We had always been competitive, me and Jennifer. We grew up competing against each other. First in the neighborhood games, then with the neighborhood boys. We would do anything to better one another



I went to film the next sequence of a special competition like every other day. Today the competitor we were filming was a Taiwanese girl. The part time nightclub performer/bartender was there for the money and looked gorgeous on the pictures


Chapter 2. Exploration Blinking a few times to adjust my vision, I looked around at the familiar room, and the beautiful body restrained in front of me. “I hope you can see how to get a drink now, I’m still thirsty, even after I drank you down!” she said with a smile
This is a true story. I have been dying to tell this to someone all these years. Let me tell you about myself I am 38 yrs old now and this is my fondest memory about my early sex life. My Parents have been divorced for as long as I can remember



My wife left me and our 12 year old daughter about 7 years ago. She got a wild hair and left us, going out to California to "find herself". I thought she had it pretty goodI am a fairly successful businessman and come from money



DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money



My dad left my mom when i was around 2 or 3 so i dont remember much of him. My mom has always spoiled me and it was great. But recently she's been babying me. It was a Friday afternoon C'mon mom i don't need a babysitter for christ sake, im 15
The Sweetest Surrender With her hands crossed and firmly tied together he wrapped the rope around her neck and tied it in a close fitting noose. Rising he took a step back to admire his handiwork



“Hehe, yeah that was fucking hilarious! That little pig of a man, gods I hope that wasn’t an example of what the humans consider ‘fighting’.” “You said it… Pig-Man didn’t even have a weapon
Ugh. THIS WAS THE LAMEST job I had gotten in a while. I was at my home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was pathetic. "This is Tomiko Hokkaido's House Sitting Service, please leave a message, and I'll call you back for arrangements



Veronica had had a long day at work. Her meeting had run long, and, as usual, last minute projects were falling into her responsibility. If she didn't enjoy the power so much, she would've quit the job a long time ago, but no one can deny the perks of her employment



Ella Louise The dark night played chills upon her arms as she walked home from a fraternity party half a mile from her apartment. Ella was a bit drunk, tottering about in her strappy black heels and short micromini dress, occasionally stumbling on a nonexistent rock, or crack



Chapter 1-Eliza’s view Eliza was a sixteen year-old junior with long, brown hair and brown eyes. She was gorgeous; she received many stares at her school from boys. Her parents were very conservative and didn’t even allow her to date until college, so she never had a boyfriend