A Slave To Politics (Part 13)
God I need this vacation. It's been almost three years since my last, and to quote the rock band Boston, "It's been such a long time, I think I should be going', yeah!"
A Slave To Politics (part 12)
Once home, Brittany ties me to the bed and quickly rolls off to sleep. As the hours tick by, I think about the day's events and how much further into the quicksand I have sunk. Her diabolical plan has been executed without a flaw. She found my skeleton, and then used it to build more skeletons. She has trained my body to demand sex all of the time. She uses my need to distract me from the rest of her plan. I am denied satisfaction for days on end. Even when I am allowed to cum, it is most often in the most humiliating ways. Building more skeletons.
A Slave To Politics (part 8)
Brittany is unrelenting and tireless in her use and her control over me. She continues to challenge the outer limits of my endurance, both physically and mentally. She makes me extremely horny all of the time and then manipulates my need to make me beg for more. She now makes every decision.
A Slave To Politics Part 7
A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable small circles. Please God, help me fight this. I can't embarrass myself in like this. My life will be ruined.
A Slave To Politics Part 6 by SpeechMasterOne
It just keeps going. My mind is unable to rest, unable to stop reacting, unable to think about much of anything but my throbbing sex. I am so prone and vulnerable, my hope for someone or something to end this torment almost obliterated. I feel so alone.
A Slave To Politics Part 5
His penis was huge. It must have been at least nine inches long and amazingly thick. As I road this faceless stud with wild abandon, his penis seemed to touch every part of my insides. We fucked like animals, grunting and sweating, the passion escalating to a fevered pitch. The sensations were beyond description. This was not lovemaking. This was pure animal need.
Part 3
The warm breeze of the early summer morning blew across the road as Brittany again started driving. I shivered in my seat as my thoughts spun out of control. I could barely see as the tears clouded my vision. Minute upon minute passed, yet my heart kept beating as fast as it could to keep up with my sexual excitement.
Part 2
PART FIVE
Sue was starting to get scared now but knew she had to do this and have the photos destroyed. The last thing she wanted was being humiliated and degraded on the web and everyone she knew seeing her exposed in bdsm scenarios.
She followed this woman, Madam Kathy, into the hallway and closed the door behind her. She instantly decided to do whatever this scary monster of a woman wanted and get out as fast as possible, she just wanted to get her life back to normal.
Part Three
John had just finished a cold beer, his fifth of the night and was contemplating one more before bed time. He was thoroughly fed up living on his own, it had been over 4 years since his divorce. The only thing that kept him going was his lifelong interest in BDSM which he had enjoyed with his ex wife, visiting clubs all over the country. He had made many friends through his club visits but had not had much luck in securing a 24/7 slave which was his long term aim. However, at the age of 68, time seemed to be slipping away.