#logan lodge

Being as well-read and imaginative as she was, Daisy was thrilled when her partner for the swiping event was as on board with a role-play scene as she was. Granted, there had to be good reason for the fact that they were paired together - that was the point, after all. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Logan Lodge was an absolute dreamboat - tall, powerful, intimidating in the best way, Daisy was putty in his doubtlessly capable hands. However, they’d decided on a slightly different route for their scene that would actually have Daisy starting off in an authoritative role, as flimsy as it was. Her long red hair was pinned up in a neat bun, held up by a pencil. She had on thick-rimmed glasses and a deep-cut navy-blue blouse that showed off her generous cleavage and a little peak of the lacy black bra she had on underneath, pushing up her large, perky tits so that they were practically falling out the front of her shirt. It was tucked into a short, black pencil skirt to exhibit her toned, smooth legs which led down to high heels. The outfit was absurd. No self-respecting teacher would dress that way, but Daisy was determined to rile Logan up as much as she knew he’d do for her. She got to their reserved empty classroom early and set things up: a ruler on her desk and in the drawers she stocked it with silk bondage ties, lube in case Logan wanted to take her ass, a crop, paddle and a gag. Turning around at the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room, Daisy wrote in elegant penmanship “DETENTION” across the chalkboard, smirking to herself as she waited for Logan to speak, starting their scene properly before she turned around to get a look at him. @domloganlodge​

Ross was still planted firmly on cloud nine after the night they'd had. Logan knew how to romance him, that was for damn sure. The night had been so impactful, in fact, that he was more confident and more eager than ever to see and prove that he could handle the other side of Logan Lodge. That last call back to the Spanish name Logan had given him made Ross swoon and bolstered his confidence even more so. "Absolutely, Master. No amount of degradation is going to wipe last night from my mind. I'm ready." @domloganlodge

Ross had been in the auditorium, as he usually was during the hot summer months. He detested the heat. Besides, it wasn't ideal for a singer to be subjected to it, anyway. So, he spent most of his days working through audition pieces, honing his craft - that was when he wasn't up in Logan's suite being dominated out of his mind. Which, it appeared, was what was next on his agenda. His cock, so well-trained at this point, barely twitched under his skimpy, plaid short-shorts. His lean little upper body was clad in nothing but a complimentary navy blue polo. If he could say so himself, he looked quite adorable. His cheeks were flushed by the end of his text conversation with Logan, and he wasted no time getting himself to Logan's suite. Once there, he knelt in front of the door and knocked, bowing his head properly and keeping it there - no matter how excited he was to look up at Logan and show him just how easy it'd be for Ross to get off on that sight alone. @domloganlodge

Text: I was hoping you'd see that, Sir. ;)

@domloganlodge​ said: Mine.

Master. That’s not fair. Fuck.

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“You do, you do!” Ross agreed in earnest, practically pressed up against his cage in a pathetic display of desperation. “I just...don’t know exactly how I can do more - but I want to, Master! More than anything!” Ross gasped and huffed, drawing back a little in response to Logan’s warning. “Understood, Master. I’m sorry. I just...I want you so badly. You look incredible, and that cock...” He whined, bouncing on his ankles as he practically sobbed with need. “At least come all over my cage, Master. I’ll lick up every single drop. You always look so godly, but the view of you coming is absolutely paramount.”