Essential Aftercare

Tempest looked down at him and giggled. She still held a riding crop in her hand as she stood at the bedside with only her polka-dot red and white panties and bra left on. Her red hair cascaded over her left shoulder with little memory of the ponytail it had started the evening in. For six hours, Kipling had indulged her scene of fetish and erotica. There had been no complaints from him about any of it. He grinned as she had applied handcuffs, bound his ankles and put the blindfold on him. There had been an occasional grimace and groan during the flogging and cropping periods. There had been plenty of pleasurable groans while he endured her guests taking turns sucking his large cock. Tempest wasn't sure that endured was the correct [Read more...]

Feels So Good

Press play... "What's with the disco? She feeling retro again?" Silk laughed. "No, Argyle, She got a new toy." "Oh, is that why we're...?" "Of course, Argyle, why else would we be? And you know as well as I that 70s disco means it's her playtime." "I see how it is. She masturbates with these machines..." "Preach to the choir, reverend!" "and we're..." Argyle stopped to take a big breath. "Yeah, forgotten," Silk growled. "...left like yesterday's newspaper." Priscilla screamed in pleasure from on top of the bed. "Selfish," Argyle said with a cluck of disgust. "Just selfish. And why i" Silk sighed. "She doesn't seem to understand we can't fold ourselves."