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As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.
Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?
As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)
Sitting here in the Dr.’s office I wondered how it all came about? I had been over my fiancée house doing some things for her. She was to be out for hours. While doing some chores I had to go into her room. Seeing those panties draped over her chair at the vanity I was compelled to feel them, touch them, and finally try them on. I sat there and started fingering my hardness ( it had grown at the feel of the silky panties). Sharon walked in and screamed, ” What are you Doing With My Panties?”
Now I was here in the therapist office. I was sent here to get help for my “Masturbatory Habits”. I didn’t know what to expect. I am a little afraid of just what will happen.
“Don, Come into the examining office”, called the nurse. She was young and attractive. The nurse under 25 had on a pretty uniform with white stockings and shoes. About 6′ tall with long blond hair in a ponytail I couldn’t help but admire her look.
“Don I want you to get undressed and put on this gown for your examination.” She stated. On the table was a pink hospital gown, but it was in a different material that you would get in a hospital. Kind of silky looking. “Where is the dressing room?” I asked.
“You don’t need one,” she said impatiently, ” I am a nurse after all, and you are my patient.” I started taking off my clothing. I neatly placed them on the chair standing there in only my B.V.D.’s and sox I looked for the gown.
“Not so fast mister!” Angrily the nurse stated, “Everything”!
I took off my sox and undies and stood there naked as a J-Bird. She took the pink gown and placed it on me tying it loosely. She then handed me a pair of matching pink panties, open crotched. (more…)
Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.
He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts. They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen. Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.
Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed. His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (more…)
I was in hospital for a back complaint – nothing serious but something that required physiotherapy, and some pain-killing injections.
It wasn’t long before I began to suspect that one or two of the nurses were not lust simply treating me for my back, although at first I could not be sure and did not like to risk raising the matter with the physician or house doctor.
It was about the third day that it seemed to me that something a little out of the ordinary was happening to me at their hands.
Let me first, however, describe the nurses in question.
One of them stood out for she wore large round-rimmed glasses. She was tall, dark and not the sort to suffer fools gladly. Her colleague was fair, always wore the full nurse’s uniform, but with an extremely short skirt that showed everything. The tall, dark one turned out to be a Sister, while the other was a nurse. Their names – later found out – were Sister Henderson and Nurse Jorgensen. (more…)
It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet. The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk. He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was. She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat. The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”. The entire weekend was a total disaster. She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away. When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.
So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike. She had met him online in an enema chat room. They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”. “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.
Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (more…)
I would love to be picked up for the evening by my enema master…
We would go to a lovely motel with a huge four poster bed (all the better to hank the bag from). The lighting would be soft
My enema master has obviously been to the room prior, since the candles are already lit when we enter the room. I see a lovely silk robe laying across the huge bed. I am handed the robe and shown to the bathroom with instructions to strip and return to the bed. I come out with the silk robe on and my nipples have become erect from the feel of the wonderful silk.
My enema master is standing there in a black leather thong…… (more…)
I had been having serious trouble with premature ejaculation, and my sex life with my wife had come to a complete stand still. Each time we began to make love, an irresistible urge to let go would seize me, and I would spill my essence on her threshold, leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.
We tried every remedy we could think of : creams, pills, constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. Finally, my wife heard of a sex therapist who specialized in treating men with my problem and made an appointment for me. I balked when I learned that the therapist was a woman, being embarrassed to reveal such an intimately male problem to a female. But my wife insisted, explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using the most advanced methods. Being desperate to try anything, I finally agreed to see her.
On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious, modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman seated at the receptionist’s desk. She smiled and said, “Go right in, Mr. Mason, Dr. Wilson is waiting for you.” (more…)
The last day saw Jeannie and Paul getting ready to return home to their respective spouses. Jeannie was now worried about the whip and cane marks which criss-crossed her whole body. It would be almost impossible to hide herself completely from her husband until they all disappeared.
Of course, Paul had a few more final installments to conclude our story.
He had Jeannie dress for him: of course stockings and suspender belt; short black pleated skirt and white blouse. He allowed her to wear a skimpy bra, but no knickers, in fact she could barely remember which day she had last worn them.
Jeannie was kneeling on the table as he had directed her when Paul came in. She was bent over and he flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom to reveal her stocking clad legs framed by her black suspenders. He traced his finger up her crack slowly. Jeannie shivered in anticipation. (more…)
My twin nieces Mandy and Candy were staying with me while my sister was out of town for a job interview. She had left strict orders to attend to their needs. They are 18 and I am 56. Their bedroom is next to mine. I have seen them nude many times in the past and it hasn’t bothered me.
The night before last they broke out into a terrible fight. I said, “Girls, how old are you? How would your mother handle this, I will not put up with this.” Mandy thought a spanking would probably be in order.
I said, “I hate to do it, but if it will make you behave, come into my den.”
They both laughed. “You’re not our father!” I told them to bend over my desk and pull those pants down now. I had chosen a ping pong paddle for the occasion… Wham! Ohhhhhhh! Wham! Ouch! “I will be good,” Mandy cried. Three more strikes and she was crying like a baby, I made her stand in the corner for l hour. Candy was watching in horror because she knew she was next. (more…)
My high school buddy Chris sells life insurance, financial planning, the works. With my business growing the way it is, I figure I better increase my coverage.
“A million dollar policy?” says Chris when I call him. “You’re what, 34? The premium will only be about $900 a year. Let me take your application now and I’ll set up a physical for you.”
A week later I get a call from his assistant, Tracy, who sets me up for an appointment the next morning at their office. I arrive the next morning and meet Tracy, who turns out to be a real knockout with dark hair in a tight skirt and blouse. She shows me into the conference room and offers me coffee. Chris shows up a few minutes later. We chat for a few minutes about sports and local politics. “The nurse should be here shortly. I’ve got to go downtown to another appointment, but Tracy will take care of your application,” he says and leaves. Tracy comes back with the nurse, an older woman, graying but attractive and trim, carrying a big briefcase. Tracy introduces her then leaves. (more…)Newer Posts »