Cock and ball torture - Page 21



David was getting more and more uncomfortable the longer he waited. He had done everything that Cady had asked for, now all he could do was wait for her to arrive. David had arranged everything with her and followed her instructions to the letter



***Warning, the following work involves the topics on incest, nonconsensual sex, bondage, and mental conditioning. All Participants are over the age of 18, and this work is a complete work of fiction and has no basis in reality for any persons



I had been locked up for a little over a year now. I was consumed with regret for what I did, flipping drugs and shit. Just a young thug trying to make money, ya know? But I guess every dog has his day, and they finally got me, and gave me three fucking years


The studio was darker than most I had worked in. The soft glow of the lights on the other side of the room were obviously dim bulbs around the classic vanity makeup mirror. I stepped around some clutter to the vanity and opened my bags
Story of myself torture. Note: this was my first story about my journey into being a pain slut. I posted it on my e-mail account with my ex husband. I have now moved it over to my new E mail account. That is why it looks familiar to many of you



Jenna stands over me, her curves making her already domineering presence loom that much larger. My cock sits limply between my legs as I kneel before her, a sign of my inferiority. Books on feminism, gynarchy, and female superiority sit on her bookshelf



**THIS IS A SECOND ATTEMPT OF PUBLISHING AS THE FIRST ONE DIDN'T SHOW UP** Hi guys. Long time no see. This part doesn't have too much sex scenes, but it is a preparation to the next one, were things will start to get damn agitated
Jeanie woke up, smiled her ginger smile and put on her incredibly lightweight small blue fashion mesh low-rise 100% nylon mesh cotton crotch elastic lace trim thong


Mandy After the escort left I had another shower, put on fresh clothes and went down to the bar. It was quiet: midweek, autumn, medium-price hotel outside town
An alternate version, I was kinda critical of the way she got to the sex so I made a cleaner version
Elizabeth meets Cindy and Gail Elizabeth had gone down to do some laundry when she overheard Gail and Cindy talking about some of the clients they had had. Elizabeth listened for awhile and then stepped forward



The Debt Collector Well this was not at all what I expected when I took the assignment. First off I’m a collections man for those that can afford me



The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones
John opened the door for Seth. 'Slave.' The young dom greeted. 'Sir.' the other man nodded. It was ten in the morning and Seth had send his slave a message the day before, that the other man should get the day off as Seth wanted to play. Now his slave stood in the doorway, naked



I was going insane. Some people would say I was already there, and it would be the truth. I was insane, medically speaking anyways, but at the moment I was going insane because I hadn’t done my favorite thing in a while. It was time to scope out the bars and find my next victim