I would love to be picked up for the evening by my enema master… We would go to a lovely motel with a huge four poster bed (all the better to hank the bag from). The lighting would be soft candle-light. My enema master has obviously been to the room prior, since the candles are […]
Tag: Master And Slave
Bad Girl
She stood before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, naked except for the black leather collar around her neck, listening intently to his cool, firm voice as he chastised her for her disobedience. She was a girl again, and this feeling of butterflies in her tummy had not changed one bit despite the […]
