Fall Into Line 🖤

If only your shrimp cock was half the length of this brat’s finger.

Interviews for head slave had concluded.

The Madam was just about to deliver the news to the successful candidate.

The new piano teacher had some very unique methods of keeping you pitch perfect.

Oh dear. She’s arrived and she’s pissed.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you sniff these, you freak. Well, you can open up and can chew on them instead.”

At least everyone was getting to see what had ruined your life.

The Sergeant at Arms had tracked you down. Your desertion from the Gimp Squad was viewed most dimly.

Your longtime neighbour, Mrs Hansen, was always a slightly cruel flirt. From your teen years to your current maturity, she knew exactly how to press your buttons. Being such a regular visitor to the family home gave her ample opportunity to torture you.

But who knew that red boots in particular would render you so helpless? Along with the handcuffs you’re wearing and a ripe pair of her silky panties in your mouth.

“You’re such a weak boy for me. I haven’t even asked you to do anything, and you’re already crawling to me.”

“Oh, that little pvc maid’s outfit is perfect on you, Daniel. I know you bought it for me….but I’m just not the domestic type.”