As soon as the massage guy touched me, I got an erection. He would have to deal with that before I could really relax. When it came time to pay, he wouldn't accept cash, but gave my ass a pounding!!!
Tom was in heaven, for everyday he could open up his wife's legs and thrust between them to orgasm as many times as he was able, usually morning and night. She would wear anything he wanted, no matter how bizarre or revealing. She stopped wearing a bra altogether on his say so and her skirts became shorter and shorter to expose her slim but beautiful legs to the world.
She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!
This story is about how a single-parent child discovers his fetish and unknowingly opened a pandora's box of excitement and guilt. The choices that led to a road to no return.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the corridor of the teaching building, crisp and resonant. As the footsteps drew closer, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride. Moments later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black professional suit and skirt entered the office. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, dark hair elegantly pinned up at the back...