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Mistress and her pet - Part 1
Mistress and her pet - Part 2
Mistress and her pet - Part 3
Wednesday, 17 July 2019
Tuesday, 16 July 2019
Blood Dancer - Part 8.2
Brigitte awoke from her slumber and smiled dreamily...she was the luckiest girl the world. She felt an arm draped across her upper body and a heavy thigh laying atop hers. "Mmm..." she thought giggling to herself immediately realising she had a ball gag in her mouth. "...Her Mistress must be tired after all the wonderful things she had done to Brigitte the previous evening". Even as her body woke up the aches and pains and wounds from the utterly vicious bondage and torment began to throb and pulse "such a lucky little slutgirl" she thought to herself then frowned...did that sound right? Was Brigitte really a "slutgirl"? Yessss she smiled as a myriad of different images of the depraved debasements Wilma had subjected her to claim flooding back. She almost came at the recollection of the pain and pleasure and humiliation. Yes, that was the truth of it, sex-slave was her roll in life...but still...
She had foggy memories of a person who looked remarkably like Brigitte acting like a school-teacher...Yes, that was right...Brigitte pretended to be a school-teacher while she was waiting for Mommy Wilma to come and find her. It was sooooo boring being a school-teacher, pretending to be prim and proper while all the while hiding the fact that she was, what was it Wilma had called her? "A dirty little bimbo fuckslut". A wave of pleasure coursed through her as the phrase ran through her mind. Oh yes, that was all she'd ever wanted to be, even when pretending to be a school-teacher....and a witch. She definitely remembered being a part of a coven and learning witchcraft in order to fight vile demons and undead while waiting for Mommy Wilma to come find her....No, that didn't make sense. Why was everything so complex?
Slowly the recollection of Brigitte's former life and the failed spell began to form in her mind, she had to get out of her and think things through, she tried to move her arm to try to squirm her way from under her BBW dominatrix but immediately found she was still spreadeagled and chained to Wilma's bed. A feeling built inside her, she definitely needed to leave now. For the first time since the spell casting Brigitte's true personality levered itself into dominance.
The movement woke Wilma from her slumber, she smiled up at Brigitte "How is my baby girl this morning?". Brigitte needed to escape, she knew that now...but being imprisoned by a bondage obsessed AND having no free will of her own presented a unique challenge. She had to think of a plan. Just as that thought crystalised in her mind Wilma reached between Brigitte's legs and slowly gently, began to caress her pussy "Oh GOD, no" thought Brigitte as the exquisite waves of pleasure began to flood through her loins. The past few days had confirmed one thing if nothing else...Wilma, as well as being a vicious sexual sadist, was a mind-meltingly expert lesbian lover. Soon Brigitte was writhing against her bonds and moaning into the gag, ecstasy built in her and Wilma moved her full, plump lips to Brigitte's groin. Brigitte could feel orgasm approaching, the thoughts she had moments before began to evaporate, they couldn't have been important, not as important as this...Mommy was so good to Baby Brigitte, that was all that matters. Brigitte bucked and writhed and screamed into the gag. No other thoughts, just "YESSSSSSSS"
She had foggy memories of a person who looked remarkably like Brigitte acting like a school-teacher...Yes, that was right...Brigitte pretended to be a school-teacher while she was waiting for Mommy Wilma to come and find her. It was sooooo boring being a school-teacher, pretending to be prim and proper while all the while hiding the fact that she was, what was it Wilma had called her? "A dirty little bimbo fuckslut". A wave of pleasure coursed through her as the phrase ran through her mind. Oh yes, that was all she'd ever wanted to be, even when pretending to be a school-teacher....and a witch. She definitely remembered being a part of a coven and learning witchcraft in order to fight vile demons and undead while waiting for Mommy Wilma to come find her....No, that didn't make sense. Why was everything so complex?
Slowly the recollection of Brigitte's former life and the failed spell began to form in her mind, she had to get out of her and think things through, she tried to move her arm to try to squirm her way from under her BBW dominatrix but immediately found she was still spreadeagled and chained to Wilma's bed. A feeling built inside her, she definitely needed to leave now. For the first time since the spell casting Brigitte's true personality levered itself into dominance.
The movement woke Wilma from her slumber, she smiled up at Brigitte "How is my baby girl this morning?". Brigitte needed to escape, she knew that now...but being imprisoned by a bondage obsessed AND having no free will of her own presented a unique challenge. She had to think of a plan. Just as that thought crystalised in her mind Wilma reached between Brigitte's legs and slowly gently, began to caress her pussy "Oh GOD, no" thought Brigitte as the exquisite waves of pleasure began to flood through her loins. The past few days had confirmed one thing if nothing else...Wilma, as well as being a vicious sexual sadist, was a mind-meltingly expert lesbian lover. Soon Brigitte was writhing against her bonds and moaning into the gag, ecstasy built in her and Wilma moved her full, plump lips to Brigitte's groin. Brigitte could feel orgasm approaching, the thoughts she had moments before began to evaporate, they couldn't have been important, not as important as this...Mommy was so good to Baby Brigitte, that was all that matters. Brigitte bucked and writhed and screamed into the gag. No other thoughts, just "YESSSSSSSS"
Thursday, 27 June 2019
The Dowager
The grandfather clock ticked on.
Casually sipping her port the Dowager addressed the head steward "Geoffrey...Lucinda and I have decided that young Andrew" she nodded towards the blushing young houseboy as he stood in the corner with the decanter "...will be re-assigned to my household. Please see he is removed from the estate payroll and records".
For the merest moment a look of sadness and pity flashed across Geoffrey's face as he regarded the young man but then his professional demeanour returned "Very good Ma'am" he said with a bow "Will there be anything else?" the Dowager smiled "No Geoffrey....just ensure the dressmaker is summoned tomorrow. You may leave us. Andrew will wait on us for the remainder of the evening. Please place any personal posessions or clothing he may have left in his quarter in storage"
Geoffrey bowed and with one final glance at Andrew left the drawing room. The two ladies continued their chat occasionally beckoning Andrew forward to refill their glasses with the rich, sweet wine. It was gone 11 when Lady Lucinda raised herself "Now, Mother...I must be off. I will leave you with your new servant. I will lock the door to the north wing as I leave" she crossed the room "Good night Andrew".
There was an interminable silence as she slowly sipped her port and regarded the poor bewildered boy. He was totally at her mercy now. There would be no record of him ever arriving at the estate. No-one would ever look for him so she was completely free to take him and mould him into her perfect creation. The tension was palpable. The exquisitely dressed and perfectly made-up old lady and her helpless pet. She drained her glass and beckoned for Andrew to refill. After he had obeyed she picked up her book and announced "Andrew, got to my chamber. Remove your clothing and slip into the bed. Wait for me there".
Andrew stood agog and aghast at the request. His brain simply could not process what he had just heard. The Dowager was amused at the poor boy's utter bewilderment but kept her visage impassive. Seducing and enslaving him would be perfect sport. "Now Andrew...it is your bedtime. I want the bed warm before I retire". Mortified but defeated he placed the decanter on the table and went through into the bedroom. As the door closed the Dowager let out a sigh of satisfaction.
He was hers now.
Casually sipping her port the Dowager addressed the head steward "Geoffrey...Lucinda and I have decided that young Andrew" she nodded towards the blushing young houseboy as he stood in the corner with the decanter "...will be re-assigned to my household. Please see he is removed from the estate payroll and records".
For the merest moment a look of sadness and pity flashed across Geoffrey's face as he regarded the young man but then his professional demeanour returned "Very good Ma'am" he said with a bow "Will there be anything else?" the Dowager smiled "No Geoffrey....just ensure the dressmaker is summoned tomorrow. You may leave us. Andrew will wait on us for the remainder of the evening. Please place any personal posessions or clothing he may have left in his quarter in storage"
Geoffrey bowed and with one final glance at Andrew left the drawing room. The two ladies continued their chat occasionally beckoning Andrew forward to refill their glasses with the rich, sweet wine. It was gone 11 when Lady Lucinda raised herself "Now, Mother...I must be off. I will leave you with your new servant. I will lock the door to the north wing as I leave" she crossed the room "Good night Andrew".
There was an interminable silence as she slowly sipped her port and regarded the poor bewildered boy. He was totally at her mercy now. There would be no record of him ever arriving at the estate. No-one would ever look for him so she was completely free to take him and mould him into her perfect creation. The tension was palpable. The exquisitely dressed and perfectly made-up old lady and her helpless pet. She drained her glass and beckoned for Andrew to refill. After he had obeyed she picked up her book and announced "Andrew, got to my chamber. Remove your clothing and slip into the bed. Wait for me there".
Andrew stood agog and aghast at the request. His brain simply could not process what he had just heard. The Dowager was amused at the poor boy's utter bewilderment but kept her visage impassive. Seducing and enslaving him would be perfect sport. "Now Andrew...it is your bedtime. I want the bed warm before I retire". Mortified but defeated he placed the decanter on the table and went through into the bedroom. As the door closed the Dowager let out a sigh of satisfaction.
He was hers now.
Monday, 20 May 2019
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https://www.literotica.com/s/my-fantasy-weekend-ch-01
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