Fall Into Line 🖤

I dare say this vastly experienced lady is carrying many tools of torture about her person.

You wanted to smell that leather, feel her against you. Well, your dreams are going to be made a reality.

“I’m going to fucking enjoy this, your highness. Every flogger, crop and whip will be kissing your royal flesh. Let’s see if your blood is truly blue.”

Stumbling in drunk, trying to keep quiet…..it was always going to be Stepmother waiting up for you.

She wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound. But wasn’t she a little overdressed for a night at home?

Maybe.

Daddy is in bed, and she wants her fun. Those long gloves she’s wearing. Where did you last see them? Oh yes, you had one wrapped around your cock, and the other keeping you hushed up.

Guess what, Sonny? She’s going to wank you sober, before you get to hump her boots.

The death of Sir Henry was undoubtedly a tragic event to the local community he served so well.

His young wife was coping well as she headed back from the church, and she had you, the faithful family chauffeur to rely upon. You’ve been a very constant source of comfort to her.

Hmm. You didn’t think they were inviting you out here for a picnic, did you? Your screams can be as loud as you want.

Intimidating, majestic, stunning and firmly in control.

Everything you want in your Goddess and more. Now, be prepared to debase yourself utterly.

Golden light from the sunset streamed into the hotel suite.

You wanted an audience with Mistress Berlin. She was every bit as regal, beautiful and cruel as you imagined. Not only was the financial cost going to be heavy, but the mental and physical toll would be significant.

As part of the session, you requested anonymity, and the benevolent Mistress obliged. Your head swathed in the leather gimp hood…..gagged tightly underneath of course. Wrists cuffed behind you back, the simple attire of black shirt and leather trousers contrasted with the sleek black latex dress the Mistress wore.

The flexed crop creaked in her hands, shortly destined to crack across your flesh. For the next few hours, your body would be her plaything.

The promise of a reward was intriguing. The Madam sat, in her pristine white blouse, boots and flowing leather skirt.

The scent of her perfume and the creaking, luxurious material was invading your senses. You felt giddy under her majesty and exacting gaze. Would she permit you to place your unworthy mouth on her? Allowing access to her divine cunt?

Who could say? The Madam was not wearing her panties, you saw them discarded across the room……..maybe you would get your opportunity.

As you crawled into the Madam’s private bathroom, you saw her magnificent figure in the latex dress. Her gleaming peep toe heels showing freshly pedicured feet. She was sat on the side of the bath and the bullwhip was coiled tightly in the grip of the latex opera gloves.

Her dark stare was enough to make you strip on the spot. The Madam was very keen on cleanliness, and you had been found wanting in this manner. The solution was simple of course…..get into the bath and let her wash your filth and perversion away.

Sometimes, things are just black and white.

So much for the restful holiday. This booted brat is going to keep you up in every way possible.