Lady Perse - Hard And Rough Pegging In Latex

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I couldn’t help but smile as I was observing my daughter ordering around her slave… only seconds later what must have been the chains between his ankle and wrist cuffs, as well as the chains that connects them both to his collar, began to play an orchestra of distant metallic rattling and clinking. Clearly indicating he immediately arised from his knees to pause his current task of cleaning and worshipping my ankle boots to perfection just to attend to his newest instruction.

It kinda made me proud seeing how eager he must be to show my daughter his complete submission and devotion by obeying her orders without flaw and hesitation.

I always tried to not bring my stepson, her stepbrother, into this situation though, but when I enslaved my now current husband and our patchwork family finally moved in together they already were both adults over 18 and not dumb, so they definetly realized the dynamic that was going on. And while ‘Vermin’ seemed to distance himself at first, my daughter seemed to be eager to take full advantage of a live-in butler that not only treated her with the upmost respect despite her spoiled, patronising and yes, sometimes bitchy antics, but also cleaned her room, washed her clothes, ironed her best tennis skirts and polished those expensive leather footwear that seemed to be in fashion nowadays.

The months went on and someday I recognized some unfamiliar transactions with my credit card, which after some research eventually led back to a manufactor selling the most secure brands of chastity cages, even more secure of what my husbands is wearing. With the same smile I have right now I let that incident slide and from that point onwards I realized the changes around the house.

I observed the same doe-eyed look from “Vermin” that my husband used to make whenever she pranced around the house in her many bikinis, crop tops or floaty skirts. “Vermin” couldn’t even keep his eyes away from me and my expensive Louboutins and I saw him visibly wince every time my elegant, pointy high heels clacked on the hard floor tiles of our home. They didnt fight anymore, like (step)siblings do sometimes, there were orders (her) and meekly compliance (him). They were no longer excessive gaming-sessions from “Vermin” and his buddys but more trips to the mall with his stepsister. The first time we exchanged knwoing glances were when she once came back home from another mall trip waltzing through the door to refresh herself while “Vermin” had difficulties balancing all those numerous bags and packages carefully to her room.

And here we are now. She living in her new flat in downtown, while Vermins metal clankings and rattlings grow louder and more clear as he steps on the balcony, naked in just his pink leather collar, steel chastity cage and a black ball gag stuffed deep into his mouth. However, I wish that she would have seeked my councel before she got that that bold “VERNIM” lettering tattoed right above his cock cage. Even though she always assures me that it was his idea to show his devotion, I can always see the sadness in his eyes whenever she, her boyfriend, her many besties or me, yes it looks ridiculous and I’m not perfect, point to those stupid bold letters and laugh out loud.

It always makes me pity him sometimes though, thinking that this went way too far for poor Vernim. On the other hand it always takes me back thinking about the day we first took a tour for this new flat. We were gloating about the spacious kitchen, the great looking panaroma over the city skyline, the massive master bedroom and its adjacent modern bathroom. And when we found an old room down the hallway, big enough for a decent storage room, but extremly cramped for living purposes it was my beloved daughter that roughly tugged on the leash to make him sit right before the door: “Look loser (that was before the whole "Vernim” name and tattoo thing) we just found a suitable residence for you. It may not be able to contain a bed or other luxuries you might expect, but we could easily fit a bedroll and some boxes with your remaining stuff in here.“

When he turned around and just stupidly looked into her eyes with pure affection before saying: "Yes Princess. Thank you so much, Princess” only to collapse right before her and lap away on her boots with his tongue like a maniac we just lost it. I know it may sound harsh and unfair but we just laughed and laughed until we had tears in our eyes.

From:   Lover Of Gorgeous2

rubbing your palm on the head of a boy’s cock while he’s tied to the bed and all he can do is whine and wiggle his hips>>>>>

The Diapered Banana Challenge

While I was being changed in the bathroom, I looked over to see a bowl of peeled bananas. These ripe fruits were cut in half and glistening with an unknown liquid. Being the innocent babyboy I was, I meekly asked my Mommy what the bananas were for and she declined to respond. Having no diaper secured around me, I grew anxious as my feverish chilled body demanded warmth. Mommy had me crawl to her on all fours and turn around. I did not know what to expect as I waited for something to happen.

Only moments later, I felt something circling at my rear entrance and then plunging in, I turned around and yelped to find that Mommy was fingering me to ensure I was well lubricated. In a split second, the finger was replaced by a thermometer to measure my fever. Mommy pushed down on my back so my ass was facing up and commented on the excitement between my legs, “Someone is enjoying this, isn’t he?” I couldn’t muster up a response… She quickly picked up a paddle and swatted my ass several times before saying that I would be forced to use my diaper appropriately.

I felt a nudge behind me once again, but this time it was noticeably larger. Looking back, I saw that there was a banana half missing from the bowl, and before I could say no, a felt the fruit slip inside of me as my butt pulled it past my tight hole. I sobbed in protest, “Mommy, I’m a big boy! You can’t make me use diapers!” To which she responded, “You don’t have much of a choice, babyboy. These glycerin coated bananas are going to ensure that you won’t be able to hold your bottom. You’ll prove to Mommy that her babyboy needs to be diapered!” I continued sobbing as I sank deeper into subspace, becoming silent and relaxing my butt to make the process easier. Before I knew it, the process was over, and I knew I had seven banana halves packed into my sore butt. My mommy restrained my ankles and left the room, allowing me some time to process what had just happened.

Upon her return, I felt more pressure… “Baby, you are going to take this plug for me so that I can control when you lose control. We can’t have you give up too quickly or you won’t be able to savor how truly helpless you are!” She pushed the plug home with the palm of her hand and rolled me over and quickly diapered me to ensure that the plug would be held in place. She pulled me up guided me to bed, setting me atop a pile of pillows so that I could indulge myself, gently rubbing myself against it.

I began to lose myself in space again, then a cramp stopped me immediately. Mommy noticed and commented, “Awe baby, that’s the glycerin doing its work in your bottom. It will make you start to push soon enough!” In an incoherent protest, I mumbled into the pillow under my head and resumed humping the stack of pillows as cramp after cramp began to debilitate me. I rolled to my side in defeat and curled into a little ball as I found myself on the edge of releasing, only to be reminded that the plug was holding everything in. I begged, “Mommy please I need to go potty!” The pleads fell on deaf ears as she stared into my eyes, conveying the message that I already knew: I was going to use those diapers…

She reached behind me, her hand caressing my clenched butt before grabbing the base of the plug, pulling it out, and watching my eyes immediately widen in anticipation of what was going to happen. In a kind voice, she cooed, “Use it honey. It will make you feel better.” I told myself I couldn’t give in to my body’s demands and help for what seemed was hours… and then it happened.

In seconds I transformed from an adult wearing a diaper to her babyboy. I tried to hold even as the first half left my bottom, but the rest of the tightly packed bananas filled my diaper as if I were incontinent. The warm mass caressed me and calmed me in a way I wouldn’t have expected. I froze once again before gently humping the pillows again. Mommy let me continue, knowing that having cummies would enforce the events leading up to this moment. I climaxed, immediately became drowsy, and drifted into sleep.

I was Mommy’s babyboy.

pinning him down and placing his head between my ass and watching as he pathetically grinds against it

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...

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