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msterg: Nipple training… oh so important!
Nipple training… oh so important!
carolus666: missyflirtz: I follow some blogs that are simply...
I follow some blogs that are simply feminine fashion. At first, i mistook this image for one of those, focusing on the cute top with the princess sleeves.. Then i spotted the NeoSteel belt. I wonder which would prove more difficult: riding my bicycle wearing high heels? Or wearing a NeoSteel?
It seems to me sissy Missy, What female chastity, inspires you? Would you do a couple with a woman like you in chastity?
Catherine
chattelprod: what a cute little pet girl. thick collar -...
what a cute little pet girl.
thick collar - check
bit gag - check
chastity belt - check
frog tie - check.
now its just time to get out the belt, and remind her of her place.
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slaveacademy: Tied to her cage…
Tied to her cage…
subtrainer: eenslaved: (Read more about Missy here) Her face...
(Read more about Missy here)
Her face was shoved into the door and she was gasping and moaning into it. The black band around her eyes effectively blindfolded her. Her palms were pressed flat against the door, nails digging in and marking up the wood. If the professor noticed them, he would punish her.
"Don't you move," he warned. "Keep your hands there."
He had her bent at the waist, hands and face shoved up against the closet door he had let her out of. Time was elastic when he blindfolded her and put her in the closet many minutes or hours ago. He greeted her at the door and let her in. She crawled after him down the hallway to this closet, which was empty except for some boxes placed on a top shelf. Nothing hung on the rod. The professor cuffed her hands to it instead.
He didn't gag her; she was responsible for keeping herself quiet. Instead, he screwed clamps onto her nipples and gave her the thin chain running between the clips to bite on. The length of chain remained slack as long as she kept her chin dipped to her chest. But the longer he left her in the closet, the more heated she became, until she was squeezing her thighs tightly together and raising her head blindly in the dark, lifting the chain and tugging at her own nipples, hoping the bite of the clamps would tip her over into orgasm.
It didn't. When her professor finally let her out, uncuffing her from the closet bar and unscrewing the clamps, Missy's nipples were terribly sore and puffy, engorged from all the pulling she'd inflicted on herself. Near the end, she had tipped her head back far enough that she'd pulled up her entire breasts by the tips, and shook her head dazedly back and forth like a dog worrying at a treat.
"Little slut," her professor said, feeling between Missy's legs.
She was still wearing the blindfold. She felt him wipe his hand on her leg, smearing her juices on herself. She moaned, partly out of embarrassment but mostly from eagerness.
He pulled her blouse down and her skirt up, bunching the fabric in one hand, holding it above her bottom. The professor pushed his fingers into Missy's pussy.
"Ahhhh," she cried out. Her hips bucked backwards. Against her own volition, her body immediately began to hump her professor's hand.
He popped her on the ass with his open palm. The smart slap burned her flesh. He smacked her again, spanking her rapidly. Just when she thought he was settling into a painful rhythm, he stopped the spanking and she felt his fingers pinch her burning bottom, twisting the flesh.
Missy howled at the stinging bite. The next pinch came on soft her inner thighs, and this time, the professor twisted his fingers cruelly, hard enough leave a mark. The pinches felt sharper, coming at her out of the dark without warning.
"Please! Please!" she sobbed. Even though she knew it was useless. The professor would do as he pleased. He expected Missy to be a good girl, or he would punish her. Even when she was a good girl, he disciplined her. To keep her good, he said.
"Oh, Missy," her professor said, "you just love this so, don't you? Little slut. Wetting herself in my hand."
His fingers continued to pump into her cunt. Her legs quaked. Her knees dipped, sagging inwards and closing her legs a little. That earned her four more vicious pinches, two on each inner thigh. Missy shrieked loudly after receiving each one. Her tits throbbed. So did her clit. Her pussy, humiliatingly, gushed even more. She tried hard to keep her legs straight and open wide to him. It was difficult as he fingered her and rubbed her clit.
A slippery finger circled her anus and pushed up into her ass. She panted.
"Pleaseee, Sir," she groaned, then whined. "Please may I come?"
"Not until I give you permission."
The finger in her ass wormed its way deeper. Another joined it. Two fingers in her cunt, two in her ass. Enough. Not enough. Enough. More. Missy's legs were buckling.
"Stand still," her professor ordered. "If you can't hold your place or you come without my say so, you'll wear the belt and you won't come for a week."
The chastity belt was the worst punishment. She hated it. Feared it. She was determined to obey. But his fingers kept working her over hard, manipulating her to one failure or another.
Peanut…
subtrainer: Natural State: She waits, hunching against the...
Natural State:
She waits, hunching against the post. A natural behavior pattern, but now she's forced to accept and deal with it.
The udders bound, making them more sensitive, the teats clamped.
As you walk by and flick the pins, or slide a finger across this stretch of flesh, or that one, you notice how she continually grinds on the post and is starting to moan.
This is what she is.
—Daddy Cane
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humiliatethem: slipperyskin: Spot the body I found it.
Spot the body
I found it.
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