Fall Into Line 🖤

Stepmother’s satisfaction at your dismal dick pic has sealed your fate. You will be going to boarding school and that’s the end of it.

Did you mind your new girlfriend bringing her daughter along tonight?

Of course you didn’t. Double leather and high heel fun as you keep slyly checking baby girl out. I guess they’ve wised up to you…..and any mother and daughter fantasy will involve your complete humiliation.

“Well, junior. Daddy has made a nice start cleaning my right boot. You’re up for the left one.”

“I know you’re not here to replace my Dad. For a start, he’s not a dirty little boot kisser or panty sniffer like you. But Mummy wants us to get on. So why don’t you kiss my boots, just like you did last week?”

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.