Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Ross told me he just read “Cowboy Up” and “Sealed and Suffering.” He read them while I serviced him, and now, as I write this, the taste of Ross’s cock and its juices linger in my own sealed mouth. Feeling disoriented, I’m here, back at Ross’s computer, ordered by Ross to describe my own personal version of ‘sealed and suffering’ (in other words, how I spent my day). Ross has informed me that he may have me reenact the situation depicted in that story, but I don’t know exactly what he means as I am not permitted time to read it. He says what I wrote in my first blog entry was too disorganized. He wants more structure. Also, Ross warned me that all of this must be in complete sentences. Spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors may result in “penalty time.” A little while ago, my arms and legs were pretty stiff when Ross got me out of storage and released me. He had me walk on his treadmill for a few minutes, after which he oversaw the opening of the crotch zip of my outer catsuit...

by eckie I stumbled over the ad of this sort of hotel by accident, advertising the somewhat different holiday, a hotel somewhere far from neighbors, small with only ten rooms, but promising large well equipped sm-facilities and tools for use by the guests, offering appropriate accommodation for the Masters in luxurious rooms and slaves in dungeons, cells or cages, a perfect place to openly enjoy anything one would want to. I had been to hotels before that offered various equipment in their rooms and spent the one or other interesting night or weekend in those, so I thought it would be nice to check it out and spend my soon to come holidays maybe there then, hoping of course that some other guests would make my stay more enjoyable, finding someone to use the facilities there to the fullest during the stay. So I checked for pricing, dates, availabilities and found a good arrangement, a nice room for the duration of ten days, also checking the rest of the rooms and findin...

Caught on a military base! This story is complete fiction, but if there is anyone soldiers out there that live on a base and have the ability to make this fantasy come true, by all means please hit me up and let's do it. I lived in in Nebraska near an Air Force Base. I would hear the fighter jets coming and going. I would see the hot soldiers arriving and leaving the base and if I used my binoculars, I could see some of the soldiers running and working out on the green lawns of the base on the north side of the base complex. I was outside working in my garden and have always wondered what it would be like to sneak on base and get caught and by soldiers. I know that it is almost impossible to sneak on base though due to high security, but I got a lucky chance one day. I had been gathering up some things to go over to a buddy's place to have some scat fun as a human toilet for him and had my rim seat in the bag set aside and had my keys and was waiting by the door for him to s...