Just A Taste
A Dom pushes the limits of his submissive, while giving
his dog a taste. (Mdom/F, F/beast, reluc, bd)
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A Dom pushes the limits of his submissive, while giving
his dog a taste. (Mdom/F, F/beast, reluc, bd)
Chapter One
Ellen Weathersby sat quietly in the pew of her husband's church, her mind alive with the images of hell that her husband was expounding in front of her. "The pain, my children, the pain of a bee sting is magnified a thousand, no, one million times in hell. Think of it!"
Chapter Ten : Learning her lessons
Chapter Eighteen
“So boys, do we have a deal?” Mack stared at Tara’s body intently, her breasts
shuddered enticingly in front of him, mere inches from his face.
“I won’t ask you to sell me the bitch now, but take the other sluts for a test drive and
we’ll talk after that, okay.” Mack ran his hand over Tara’s belly, her nipples were hard
and her stomach trembled under his touch as she straddled his massive thighs with
her legs spread impossibly wide.
Jim reached out and grabbed for Carrie’s nipples, the girl cried out as he tugged on
Jerry headed out the door at just before noon, a quick stop at The Burger
Barn for lunch and he was on his way to Bridget's house. If his timing was
right he would arrive just before One. No sense in racking up another
punishment, there was no telling what Carmen, or for that matter Melody,
had told Mistress Bridget about his activities yesterday. Jerry pulled up
to the house, a two story tudor style, set on a large lot. He admired the
flower garden as he parked his car near the garage.
Chapter 20 - "The Masterpiece."
Susan and Amy were completely immobilized. Laying on their backs strapped, side
by side to the table with their leather-sheathed arms belted and laced up
between their shoulder blades, their legs encased in ballet toed single leg
boots and crotch straps holding in the butt plugs and dildos.
"Oh no," Margo whispered as she stared at the whip curling in Fabian's hand.
She strained against the ropes, but nothing worked. She was held too tightly.
The whip arced through the air, lazily curled around her hips and bit into her asscheeks, the thin tip lashing her sensitive flesh with a sound that echoed through the room.