My whole body sore as hell Sunday morning. I groaned when the alarm sounded. Still, when I caught sight of my ass covered in tiny purple bruises, I smiled and ran my hand down my slightly tender flesh. Even though I'd only done it once before, filling the enema bucket seemed automatic to me. I … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 4
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Weekend Slave – 3
I was again strapped down to the Spanking Bench, my ass pointing up, my head down, my legs splayed. Master had just added another HUGE amount of lubrication to my impossibly spread asshole. "Ready or not, here I come," he muttered and began to insert his glove covered fist into my anus. I cringed and … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 3
Weekend Slave – 2
Master ordered me over the spanking bench and began the cropping as I recited my rules: He will be referred to as Master at all times. I will only speak when asked a direct question, given permission, or to use my safeword. I will be in some type of bondage 24/7. I must ask permission … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 2
Weekend Slave – 1
Master begins by giving me a list of rules. I must then recite the rule back to him as he crops my ass. This is to help me remember the rules.
