Fall Into Line 🖤

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.

Apparently, one of the most appealing features of being a submissive, is truly letting go of stress and responsibility.

To be just a thing, an object. Almost like the weight of the world is lifted from your shoulders.

She might have been a more mature student, but it doesn’t mean she can’t play the part of the naïve ingenue.

Dressed to kill and her cute little bag holds a few secrets.

Clue? Something to keep you firmly in control, while she flaunts that tight backside in tiny denim shorts….

Just relax, open your mouth and let Lady Wildfire stick that magnificent leather boot down your throat.

“Contrary to some beliefs, the vampire, like any other night creature, can move about by day though it is not their natural time, and their powers may be weak.”

The many glossy and sexual textures of Joanna’s outfit would be enough to enthrall any man. Fortunately for you, her crop is close enough to keep your focus laser sharp.

“I’m heading out to pick up Mother from the station. Have dinner ready for our return. Oh, and Father? Fucking make sure all my boots are clean. The pair I’m wearing are scuffed, and Mother’s panties will be soiled from her exertions with the rugby club.”

I’m sure the venerable professor isn’t encouraging such images from his students.

I’m also sure he’s deleting them the moment he receives them. After all, what on earth would the faculty say if they discovered him jacking off to this latest picture.

Ah yes, that’s right. If he doesn’t send a picture back with his shrivelled cock on display, this canny young lass will be heading to the faculty herself.

“I assume you know why I summoned you?”