I will be away for an extended weekend, so won’t be able to post as soon as I’d like. But I’m in a sharing mood, so here are a few of the puzzle pieces that make up my latest adventure. When we put the puzzle together sometime next week, the completed scene should strike somewhere between Secretary and outtakes from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory... Continue reading
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“From now on, you’ll remember that Mistress does not like hard massages.” Smack! her palm came down on my ass cheek again, this time the left one. “What will you remember?”
“Mistress doesn’t like hard massages!”
“That’s correct. Now try again.” Continue reading
I can hear him cackling. I can see his eyes glinting out between licks of a Hellish flame as he mutters incantations of “Ingrown hair…stubble…inflammation…That will surely stop her from having too much fun.”
Come to think of it, though, the Devil should really be on my side, considering all the depraved shit my itchy pussy and I get into. God’s got the more conservative bent, I hear. Continue reading
As I have mentioned in previous posts, I take my responsibility as BJ Queen rather seriously. If I don’t treat my royal subjects properly, I will find myself reigning over an unruly populace with a bad case of blue balls. Continue reading
The bulb seemed like a less intimidating option. I didn’t like the looks of those full-on fucking irrigation systems: I can’t tell whether they belong in a hospital room or an industrial agriculture operation, but they certainly don’t belong up my tender, inexperienced little bum hole. Continue reading
I pulled my old clunker up to a beautiful suburban condo overlooking the water.
“Welcome, welcome!” Rocket Man said cheerfully as he opened the heavy front door. “Come on in!”
Photographs of babies, pets, and vacation spots followed me up the staircase and into a crisp, rather mod living room. Placed tastefully around the room were what looked to the layman’s eye like Japanese art. In the center of the room stood a 7-foot-tall bamboo tripod structure, the top bound in rope and suspending a large metal ring. I had a feeling I knew who was going to be tied to that tripod. Continue reading
With the note: We saw this and thought of you. Continue reading