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sirsholly -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/15/2008 12:21:00 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: CreativeDominant ~notes all the dropped bodies, smiles and goes on with an "easy" installment today~ [sm=liar.gif]

LilSubmissive1 -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/15/2008 1:26:11 PM)
quote: but...there's more... there's more, oh my what more could there be...... patience, must have patience..... goes to find something to keep me occupied

CreativeDominant -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/16/2008 12:43:21 PM)
A short one today...only had a bit of time at lunch. Sorry, readers...hope this helps til tomorrow. BSB smiled down at her, leaned down and kissed her cheek softly and moved soft, full lips to her slut's ear. "you are welcome, Mine...but...there's more..." she smiled at BSB, her insides a miasma of feelings and sensations. "yes, Mistress...whatever you wish", she sighed. she stretched against her bonds and then relaxed into them once more. "WHATEVER you wish, " she repeated herself, this time with a pleased giggle. The combination of obedience and satisfaction that sounded in her girl's words brought an even bigger smile to BSB's face and a deeper satisfaction to her dominant, sadistic spirit. It also brought another twitch to her own pussy. She did get hot whenever she got the chance to be sadistic with one of her playmates and this girl...her only girl so far...had stirred things within her that she'd never expected to feel about interacting with a female submissive. Of course, she had done so from soon after they'd met. She moved off the bed and to her bag. When she straightened, she had a mischievous grin on her face. "you've done so well with your lesson that now, its time for just a little bit of fun but still along the lines of the lesson. It is time for differing intensities created through the use of differing toys AND", she smiled broadly as she held up the blindfold and began to slip it over "baby-girl"s head, "you not being able to see what toy is to be used next". baby girl gulped, even as she inhaled deeply of BSB's absolutely feminine smell. her pussy...as hungry sexually as the rest of her...twitched again in anticipation. BSB made sure the blindfold covered all of "baby-girl's" line of sight and then moved to the bag once more. She deliberately rummaged around while humming to herself, knowing all the time what toys she was after but taking sadistic delight in what thoughts must be going through her girl's head at BSB's murmurings of "This one? Nahhhhh, THIS one...oh and this one for sure" with occasional evil chuckles. She moved to the bed with her toys and set them down all except for one...

CreativeDominant -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/17/2008 11:56:23 AM)
she lay there, breathing deeply, still wallowing in the wonder of her orgasm. she heard Mistress rummaging around in her bag and her words brought a slight sense of trepidation to her. What was BSB up to? Was it going to bring pain and pleasure or ??? she received part of the answer the second she felt the sharp, slow, prickly path around her left areola... BSB wheeled the Whartenburg pinwheel slowly around the areola, delighting in the way the nipple began to stiffen even further and the goosebumps that rose up on the flesh of her slut's lovely mounds. She put enough pressure on the wheel that tiny, red drops were being left in the wake of the pinwheel's travel. "There now...isn't that fun? Nice, sharp points digging into your ever-so-soft flesh, coloring it all up in a design just for Mistress" she said, her voice soft and husky. "mmmmmmmmmm, yesssssssssssssss Mistress", she replied. she squirmed against the silken bindings, breathing a bit more rapidly for she did love the sensation...the mix of pain and sting and heat that the pinwheel provided as it moved across her skin. her nipples began to ache more than they already were and she felt the need within them...the need to be paid attention to and she groaned as Mistress did just that...and pushed herself upward as best she could against her restrictions. BSB dragged the pinwheel deliberately and slowly across the left nipple, moving from the outside to the inside. She chuckled as she heard her bitch groan and try to push harder into the toy. She pulled the toy away and slapped the left breast hard, her voice firm "God, you are such a painwhore...such a sensation slut. But you will feel things as I decide now or I will quit". She slapped the breast again, harder this time. "Do...you...understand?", she asked, punctuating each word with a rake of her nails across the offending breast. "owch...yes, Mistress...yes i understand. i'll be good...please, don't stop", she whimpered, quickly dropping her body down. BSB smiled, glad of the blindfold so that her girl could not see her face. She knew exactly what she was doing and she was enjoying it. Though she'd reprimanded her girl, she knew that her actions were caused by her deep inner need for pain and pleasure. But she needed to learn that it came at Mistress' discretion...or Daddy's discretion...or at the discretion of whatever dominant she was allowed by her Daddy or her Mistress to serve and NOT at the whim of the pain/sex slut. "Good girl," she immediately praised the girl for her quick compliance. She then brought the pinwheel to the right breast and ran it over the areola and the nipple in the same manner in which she'd done the right, her eyes watching in delight as the same red dots appeared and as her girl struggled to stay still. she whimpered as she felt the same sharp, intermittent stings to her right tit as Mistress ran the wheel over it. her pussy, already wet and hot and still stimulated from her BSB's Tawse and the orgasm that followed, contracted as her nipples stiffened further. "mmmmmmmmmm, so good Mistress...so good", she sighed. BSB lifted the pinwheel and moved her head and body down. She smiled as she saw the hard, rounded clit...so swollen from all that had transpired already. She brought the pinwheel down and heard an immediate gasp from "baby-girl" as she began to drag the pointed toy around the clit...and yet another gasp as she trailed it down one cunt lip to the puckered hold still filled with the Hitachi probe and then back up the other cunt lip. As she rolled it across the clit, eliciting yet another gasp, she began to pinch and twist one nipple and then the other one with her other hand. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my fucking God," baby-girl moaned as Mistress moved the pinwheel over her tender clit again and again while simultaneously slapping her breasts. Her thoughts began to tangle again and the pot of her inner self...her own masochistic/submissive/sexual stew, which BSB's ministrations had been stirring all along...now began to bubble as she heated up. she struggled mightily to contain her movements but she could not stop herself from moving at least somewhat. "ooooooooooooo...God, Mistress...owwwwwwwwwww...yes...owwwwwwwwwww...fuck...so good, so fucking good", she moaned loudly. BSB watched as her girl struggled to stay still and could not. The sight stirred her...the dominant pride at the way her girl struggled mightily to obey, the "anger" at her inability to overcome her own wantonness, the heartfelt want of her own for the parts of this girl within her mind that belonged to BSB in HER mind, HER soul, and...and...she smiled darkly as she realized it was time...she stopped the movement of the wheel and her slaps and moved off the bed. She took a deep, shuddery breath...stopped to consider for a moment and then, mind made up and her heart soaring at her realization, she moved to the bag...

sirsholly -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/17/2008 12:33:12 PM)
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BossyShoeBitch -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/17/2008 12:46:45 PM)
You really are a sadist! You're gonna make us wait until Monday for the next installment aren't you?[sm=river.gif]

KMsAngel -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/17/2008 2:00:27 PM)
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bipolarber -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/17/2008 3:07:19 PM)
Semi-true story (I embellish a bit, for clarity) The first thing you have to understand is, I was out of work. I had lost my lousy job at a retail outlet at a mall, and my crappy first apartment was $400 a month. I was behind on the rent, and if I didn't find something soon, I'd be sleeping in my car. I'm not sure why I ended up going to The Compound that night. I guess I kne that if I stood around long enough, some of the guys there would buy me a drink. After weeks of pounding the pavement with no call backs, I sorely needed one...or four. the strategy worked. Back whenI was in my late 20's, when I still had a full head of hair, and about 50 pounds lighter.) I was starting to feel a little buzzed and was thinking of heading back home when I ran into a pair of friends I had met at one of the bath houses. Mitch and Fred were fairly well known leathermen in the Denver scene, and we spent about a half hour catching up on what had been going on in each others lives. Finally, I ended up telling them about my situation, and they offered a different option: they had been looking for a live-in slave. If I'd like to take the position, I could stay with them rent free until I could find work and get back on my feet. Not relishing sleeping in my car through the on comingRocky Mountain winter, or ending up in a shelter elsewhere, I took them up on it. I spent that weekend moving what few bits of furniture I had into a storage shed they had in the backyard. That Monday night, I began my slavery to these two men. I cleaned out the last of my savings account to get the apartment up to date. At least I didn't have to worry about bill collectors chasing me down. Mitch and Fred had a great old victorian house, just off of Colfax, near Cheeseman Park. The basement of this place was a wonder to behold. The rocks that had been quarried for the foundation were still exposed, and they had added very little to the decor, other than some fairly impressive bondage furniture, (including a cell where my bed was) and dramatic trac lighting. Every day, I would do chores in the morning. Every afternoon, I would seek a job. Every evening, I was thiers to do with as they pleased. On weekends, I would entertain "guests." It was that spring, that the events I'm about to relate took place. My long job search had finally bore fruit, and my birthday was coming up. Mitch an Fred decided "something special" was in order. That Friday night, I was bound and placed in a mummy bag, and put into the back of their van. A long stuffy ride ensued, and I felt myself being caried into a building and down some stairs. (I wondered if they didn't just take me down the road and back, just as a head trip) When the bag was removed, I found myself in a dark, deserted mens room. Stripped, I was handcuffed to the plumbing of a toilet inside a cramped, oily plywood stall. Almost coffin like, my shoulders rubbed the walls on either side. My Doms Told me the rules: "You're here for as long as we want you here. You will satisfy anyone who comes into this stall. You will not be fucked. Your ass is ours. But your mouth is going to be a party favor tonight... it's your birthday party." They left the room, and I could hear the sounds of guys playing pool in the next room. Music was playing, and I could hear loud conversation, and laughter. I felt myself breaking into a sweat... how many guys were out there? After about ten minutes, sitting in the dark, the first of many came in. He was holding a flashlight, so I couldn't see him at all clearly, but it illuminated his crotch harshly. He pulled aside a leather jockstrap, and his cock was certainly the focus of my attention. Half erect, it appeared to have been oiled, and was darker than most I've seen. Using his free hand, he guided my mouth to it, and began forcing his way between my teeth. No words, just grunts as he pumped his meat down my throat. I could barely breathe around it as it reached it's full size. Finally, there was the gush he had been fucking my mouth for... tiny runnels of his load escaped from the sides of my mouth. For a few seconds, I thought I'd choke. By the time I'd swallowed, and recovered, he had already backed out of the stall, and was out the door and back at the party again. A few minutes later, the second. A tall black man, I had to strain upwards slightly to accomadate him. He was followed by a bare chested kid in jeans. For some reason, the kid slapped me several times after he came. I think he was someone's sub, and was enjoying giving some of the rough stuff he took from his Master. His Master also came in, and asked if his "boy" had treated me well. I told him exactly what had happened. The boy's Master had a cock that could have been used as a fence post. I thought I could hear my jaw crack as I tried to get more than just his glans, the size of a beefsteak tomato, into my mouth. Others followed. Each holding the flashlight, blinding me, as he took his pleasure with my helpless mouth. Some, loaded with beer, relieved themselves on me, washing the cum down off my chin and chest that covered me like the glaze on a doghnut. Once empty, the cock was still to be worshipped, and serviced. Hours passed. Others came back for seconds...maybe even thirds, I don't know. Time just stopped for me. Somewhere along the line, my mouth had gone utterly slack, sore and overstressed for the pounding and the attempts at sucking. It became a slack hole, good only for fucking. Finally, I was released, and bagged again. There was no resistence. I was bone tired (pun) and my mouth felt like I'd just done ten rounds with the heavyweight champ. I fell asleep shortly after being dumped back into the van. When I woke, was the next day. I spent it on Advil, and a bag of frozen peas on either side of my jaw. I was undable to talk for two days. I barely recovered in time to start my new job the week after. I was never quite sure where I was taken (I never asked) but I think it was the basement mens room to a gay bar that I knew of. One that had been shut down for accidentally serving a minor the cops had sent in. Closed to the public, it was still open for "pivate parties." I still served Mitch and Fred for about a month and a half after that celebration, but I was really saddened when the time came to finally move on. My time with them had been one of the most intense periods of submission I've ever experienced. God, I miss the early 1980's...

CreativeDominant -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/19/2008 12:37:22 PM)
She took a deep, shuddery breath...stopped to consider for a moment and then, mind made up and her heart soaring at her realization, she moved to the bag... And now...the final installment on the chapter of BSB and baby-girl's encounter... She began to prepare herself for the end of the scene. She moved as quietly and, now that she had come to the realization of what she wanted...desired...as quickly as possible... she squirmed on the bed, wondering why Mistress had stopped the deliciously terrible pain. she heard rustling noises and she asked, "Mistress...are you there?" BSB smiled as she finished her prep and looked in the mirror on the wall directly opposite the door. What she saw reflected there made her smile and nod as did her slut's inquiry. "Mistress???" she said, hearing the waver in her voice and hating it, yet understanding what need in herself produced that waver. "I am here, My girl...just a minute", BSB as she turned from the mirror and reached to the toy bag for one more item. She slinked to the bed, even though her girl could not see it; the slink came from within her and what she was feeling after having watched her slut go through what she had with Daddy and with her...BSB herself. One soft hand wrapped fingers in her girl's hair as the other hand slid the knife blade between baby-girl's fair cheek and the blindfold. she first felt the fingers moving through her hair and sighed, then sucked in a breath when she felt the cool metal of the knife. she immediately knew what it was as BSB pressed it against her as she slid it sensuously along the cheek. BSB gripped her girl's hair and spoke quietly, "Don't Move". She turned the knife blade against the elastic satin strings of the blindfold and pulled. She smiled as the knife, kept sharp by her Michael, did its job and sliced cleanly through the strings. Using the knife blade, she slowly pushed the blindfold away from her girl's eyes, feeling her excitation grow as baby-girls eyes grew wider as she watched the knife blade glide across her face. Eyes at first fearful and then, also filled with excitation, strained to focus on BSB as she stood back from the bed. "Ohhh....My...God...Mistress!" she gasped as she stared, then slowly licked her lips. "Do you like?" she asked wryly as she felt an inner thrill at the look on her girl's face and yet, she felt just a bit anxious too. "Do i like???? Mistress...you are BEAUTIFUL!" she blurted as she tried to take it all in. There stood her Mistress...leather dress gone (explaining the creaking rustling she'd heard), clad now in a corset. A black and red corset that emphasized her narrow waistline and the fullness of her breasts. baby-girl was stunned as she saw...for the first time...her Mistress' naked breasts. Dark-tipped, they stood proudly above the stiff top of the corset. her eyes traveled slowly down the curvaceous body, made more so by the corset, taking in the waist once more before dropping her eyes to the boots and the long legs, that rose sinuously from the boot-tops. Her eyes finally centered on her Mistress' lower region and she gulped, for there was a harness and a thick, realistic-looking strap-on cock. she licked her lips again and struggled to meet BSB's eyes, breathing in heavily. "Again...i must say you are beautiful, Mistress. Just....beautiful...and," she added with a naughty smile on her face, " sexy-looking as hell". BSB felt her cheeks redden for the first time since getting here today. She bowed her head slightly and spoke, "Thank you, My slutgirl. Now then," she said as she put one knee up on the bed and then the other and then put the knife between her teeth as she crawled towards baby-girl's bound-up form. Reaching her, she raised up on her knees and took the knife out of her mouth. Still smiling, she began to tease the point of the blade over her slut's cunt...not hard enough to cut but hard enough so that baby-girl's writhing suddenly stopped as she spoke quietly, teasingly. "I know you are bisexual. I also know you've always wondered what it would be like to be with Me, your Mistress, sexually." It was baby-girl's turn to blush now. Indeed, she HAD spent many a quiet moment when she was alone...especially after a session with Mistress...wondering what it would be like to feel her next to her in a more intimate manner. BSB chuckled at her girl's blush and continued, still moving the blade up and down and sideways against the cunt. "Well...today, it is going to happen. But it is going to happen MY way. And that means this," she said, her voice becoming firmer as she suddenly moved the blade from the cunt to her girl's throat and pressed lightly before drawing the gleaming blade back just a bit. "I am going to fuck your cunt...MY cunt...and I am going to make you feel it. But...you will be still as I fuck you and you will take it or my blade is going to scar that pretty neck. Do you understand, little fuck bitch?", she asked as pressed the blade in again. "oooooommmmm" she whimpered as the cold, sharp edge pressed against her throat. Mistress was going to fuck her...and she could not react physically to that? Oh God...how tortuous!!! But...she wanted it so badly...she'd wanted Mistress this way for so long...she groaned aloud and nodded her head vigorously. "yes, my Mistress...i understand. Please...pleeeeeeeeeease...take me. i've waited so long for this..." BSB used her free hand to place the plastic cockhead at her girl's cunt, her eyes taking in the sight as she pushed just the head in. She felt her own heat, her own lust, her own need rising and she looked at baby-girl wanting to see the look on her face when she did this...suddenly shoving it all the way in. "ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!!!" she proclaimed with a gasp as she felt that hard, thick cock driven in her. her eyes closed at the sudden onslaught and she gritted her teeth with the mighty struggle not to move. But Mistress didn't even give her time to absorb the first push before baby-girl felt her pull back and shove in again...making her moan louder. This time, BSB had turned her eyes back down to her slut's cunt and had watched as the lips pulled outward as she pulled the cock outward and then opened while sliding back in with the cock as she shoved it in again. Sooooooooo different from when she had fucked various boys through the years...and yet, just as exciting in its own way, especially as she felt her slut's warm quivering thighs beneath her own, tightened ones. She gripped her slut's hair and braced her fist between baby-girl's head and the bed and began to fuck hard and slow, relishing every groan that rolled forth from her slut's lips. "Such a fuckwhore, aren't you? Do you like Mistress' fucking, my whore? Do you?" she growled as she fucked in again...and then again. "oooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww...oh God, Mistress...so...so...so... hard..." she stammered, feeling the cock go deep each time...bumping against one wall and then another as Mistress shoved in. BSB gripped her hair harder and, with more menace in her voice as she pressed the blade to that delicate throat, growled "I did not ask you to describe how I am fucking you, whore...I KNOW how I am fucking you. I asked if you liked it." She took the blade from the neck and slapped her slut's cheek with it, causing eyes that had been shut to open wide. She brought the knife back down to the throat, even as she began to fuck a bit faster while maintaining the hardness of each thrust. "yes, Mistress...i like.... the way you...... fuck your whore," she managed to squeak out between gasps. she heard the fear in her own voice and knew that, despite wanting this and knowing that Mistress would not ever *harm* her, she was afraid of just how much Mistress was going to hurt her in her drive to fuck her toy. Then...she felt the dark warmth that spread through her at that thought. Goddddddddd!!! such a mix...fear...want...ache...pain...desire... "I thought you would", BSB said darkly as she continued to fuck hard. "you are such a fuck toy...I've never seen anyone who loves being fucked the way you do." She ground her "cock" into her slut and brought her mouth down to her ear. "Do you remember that first night we met? When your Daddy had asked Me to arrange a gangbang by other femdominants of his little-girlwhore?", she whispered. baby-girl whimpered and nodded her head...as much as BSB's knife-holding hand against her throat would allow... against Mistress' full mouth. "Yessssss..." BSB chuckled against her girl's ear. "I thought you would...since it was shortly after I had them take you as I directed and then, sent them home, that you asked Me to be your Mistress." She pulled away and began to fuck again, faster. "Such a little slut you were that night...begging Me and your Daddy to be fucked, to be used, to suck pussy...suck cock...to do anything as long as it kept going." She drove in again, and again, panting now at both the exertion and her own rising excitement. baby-girl blushed deeply and felt the tears began to roll out from under closed eyelids. Yes, she had been a slut that night...she'd been so excited when Daddy introduced her to BSB and at the way that BSB had controlled the action. It reminded her so much of her Daddy...and of BSB's Michael...that she knew she had to have Mistress in control of her wanton sexuality and masochism more often. And so...she had begged for it to be so. Mistress' whispered reminder, along with the fucking, and her struggle to remain still had her near the edge. she cried harder and began to beg once more, "please Mistress...oh please...i've been such a good girl all day. Please let me receive you, let me respond to you...let me wrap my legs around you and fuck with you, show you how bad i want it from you....please," she pleading, anguish and need filling her voice. As she kept fucking, her slut's words ratcheted BSB's own desires and building needs up even higher. She debated just briefly within herself and then brought the knife from her girl's throat to the bindings at her legs and wrists and sliced them away. She spoke softly, her voice a mix of lust and pent-up desire and caring "then...fuck back at your Mistress, my whore. Show me..." baby-girl felt the sudden release of her legs and arms. Immediately she wrapped her thighs and calves around her Mistress' wait, her feet pulling against BSB's straining buttocks, her hands gripping at her arms. "ohhhhh...thank-you Mistress....mmmmmmmmm...so good," she panted as she began to writhe beneath BSB, finding her Mistress' rhythm and matching it. BSB braced her own hands against the bed and smiled as she felt her girl match her movements to BSB's own hard probings into her slut's wet tissues. Her eyes watched the desire, the need, the want play across baby-girl's face and knew they were matched on her own. Her sexual urge grew hotter... Oh God, baby-girl thought...the smells...the feel...the smell of her own arousal and that of her Mistress...the control...she had reached her apex again. Her legs pulling at her Mistress luscious ass, she opened her eyes and began to plead softly..."please Mistress...i'm there...please may i cum? cum with me, please? cum with your whore? pleeeeeeeeeeeeease Mistress". she bit her lip, holding on anxiously as she awaited her Mistress' answer. BSB moved her face down to her girl's. Her voice was soft. "open your mouth, Mine", she said, waiting for her to comply. When she had hurriedly done so, BSB locked eyes with her girl and spoke once more: "Now..." she breathed, then pushed her tongue into baby-girl's mouth and began to duel her tongue against her slut's. Her eyes widened again at the unexpected invasion...and she came. she groaned into Mistress' mouth, her muscles tightening and relaxing and she felt the warm liquid as, once more, she squirted. BSB felt the warm wetness cover her own thighs and she moaned into her baby-girl's mouth as she came, her ass clenching as she ground the cock against the grasping cunt.................................................................................................................... ........................................................................................................................... .............................................................................sometime later, BSB pulled her mouth away from her slut's mouth and, murmuring endearing words, pulled out of her. She rolled over onto her back and pulled baby-girl into her arms, her slut's face soft against her breast. Just before she dozed off, she smiled at Michael and baby-girl's Daddy, standing in the doorway. She nodded once more, smiling in a satisfied but exhausted fashion. She put her fingers to her lips in a "shhhhhhhhh" manner and then, closed her eyes as her arms tightened about her girl, and went to sleep. Michael and "Daddy" turned and headed downstairs quietly...

BossyShoeBitch -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/19/2008 1:09:33 PM)
Holy...WOW! CD, you ARE the man!! Thank you so much for my story, I LOVE IT!! bi-polar- Seems that the 80's were VERY good to you! Hot story!

sirsholly -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/19/2008 1:44:53 PM)
~~drool~~~ CD...i just want to tell you ~~splat~~ uh...i'll get back to you ~~faint~~

LilSubmissive1 -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/19/2008 2:32:50 PM)
CD, i second what sirsholly says is anybody else hot or is it just me..... shower.....i need another shower

beargonewild -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/20/2008 8:17:02 AM)
~fans self~ sigh

CreativeDominant -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/28/2008 12:51:35 PM)
Michael and "Daddy" turned and headed downstairs quietly... Sometime later, baby-girl stirred against her Mistress' breast. she felt the soft skin against her face and wondered at that for just a brief moment...Daddy's chest was hairy, not soft??? Then, as she remembered, a broad though sleepy smile stretched across her face and she nodded slightly to herself. Twas her Mistress she was curled up against and as she came more and more awake, she began to feel things...the full roundness of Mistress' breast and the gentle rise and fall of it against baby-girl's cheek as Mistress slumbered, tired from her exertions...and well she should be, baby-girl thought with a wry grin; she'd certainly put baby-girl through her paces AND she'd FUCKED her baby-girl...the soft, silken material of the corset, the warmth of her thighs against baby-girl's leg as it rested on top of Mistress, even the texture of the dried cum on the lovely, thick cock that Mistress had used on her. Her smile turned a bit wicked and wonder-filled as she mulled over this afternoon's happenings, especially the surprising twist at the end of her session with Daddy and at the end of her session with Mistress. What more could there possibly be, she asked herself as she raised her head a bit and, eyes on her Mistress' face, suckled at her nipple, pleased at the response to her oral attention... BSB began to waken slowly, noting an urgency in her breast. Her dark eyes opened slowly to gaze into baby-girl's eyes as her lovely slut mouthed her nipple. "Good evening, Mine..." she said softly as she tightened her arms about her girl while smiling at her and nodding her permission to the question in her girl's eyes. Her hand then drifted down to the Hitachi...still in place...and slowly and carefully pulled it from her slut's ass. baby-girl groaned at the removal and then at the empty feeling. she raised her mouth from the inviting nipple and smiled. "Good evening, Mistress...i hope you rested well". "As do we," a deep voice said. Startled, baby-girl turned her head and watched wide-eyed as Michael and Daddy stepped into the room. "In fact, " Michael continued, in a soft, deep, husky voice, "we hope you are both well rested. For now, the evening begins..." he finished, with a touch of evil in his smile as he and Daddy finished approaching the bed...

sirsholly -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/28/2008 12:53:17 PM)
~~gulp~~

parttimehotty -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/28/2008 12:55:38 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: sirsholly ~~gulp~~ Never figured you for a swallower!

awakenednj -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/28/2008 1:00:07 PM)
There's more?! :::on edge of seat witha big grin:::

purepleasure -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/28/2008 1:03:56 PM)
~makes mental note... do not wear beige, khaki, or light color skirts, dresses, or slacks to work the rest of the week, cuz damp shows~

SimplyMichael -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/29/2008 8:11:09 AM)
You ladies haven't seen anything yet...CD's next installment is going to require that everyone replace their batteries with new ones and have a supply of fresh panties as you are going to need them! [sm=evil.gif] In fact, if I would suggest all of you to ask permission of your owners to masturbate now...and if you lack owners it would be the honorable thing to do to request it from CD. For me, I would just love to see little posts on HOW each of you were going to deal with the urge I know CD's next installment is going to create. I mean this IS wank fodder after all and it is only fair if the lovely ladies return the favor...no? (the above, while tongue in cheek and not a requirement IS asked in a low deep tone designed to invoke compliance...)

sirsholly -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/29/2008 8:12:34 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: parttimehotty quote: ORIGINAL: sirsholly ~~gulp~~ Never figured you for a swallower! [;)]

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