Posts tagged "lingerie"
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Notes: 318 / 9 hours ago from missj666 (originally from jonnyninetynine)
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Notes: 16 / 10 hours ago from mykinkyday (originally from biswitcher)
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Notes: 26 / 10 hours ago from mykinkyday
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Notes: 15 / 10 hours ago from stockingclub
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Notes: 376 / 10 hours ago from sanescientist (originally from squidintestines)
I need a Daddy.
Volunteers? Anybody?
Stacey’s father-in-law certainly had a way with words.
He was a chauvinist pig. Just like his son. She often wondered why she ever married him in the first place.
Her mother-in-law seemed completely aloof to the misogynism though. She would simply sit there, nod and smile with those big glassy eyes as her husband talked about her as if she was an object.
One day, soon after the wedding, she just snapped. Her husband had come home from work, stood in the hallway and pulled his trousers down.
“I’m waiting, slut.” he announced, with an air of arrogance as he tapped his foot.
Her eyes narrowed. That was it. She was an adoring housewife. A cook in the kitchen, and, frequently, a whore in the bedroom, but she was not his slut. This simply would not do.
Stacey dropped the dishes to the floor, stormed past his shocked face, and out of the door.
She was on her way to her friends house when her father-in-law called her phone. She didn’t want to answer it, but she felt her hands push the answer button as she pulled into the side of the road.
“Stacey. My lovely daughter-in-law, Stacey” he said softly. It sent chills down her back.
Her hands dropped from the steering wheel, as he talked to her. And she listened so intently to everything he had to say.
Twenty minutes later, she found herself pulling into his driveway, walking into his study and pulling her skirt down to her ankles.
“Whatever are we going to do with you, Stacey?” he asked, admiring her body. “You look the part of my son’s slut wife, and yet, your mind still continues to resist after all this time.”
“I… Why did I come here?” she asked, as a solitary tear fell down her cheek.
“Why, you’re here because you’re broken. And I’m going to fix you.”
“I’m bbb… Broken?” she asked, puzzled. Her mind felt foggy and thoughts were so hard to grasp.
“Yes. Don’t you remember? Once upon a time, you were broken. Such a haughty, independant woman. And I made you better. And when you were much better, I gave you to my son as a gift.”
“Yes… I remember now… I was a… Gift.” she said, half smiling as memories re-surfaced of a past life working in a hospital, where they’d first met, looking after him after his heart attack. Too much sex, he’d told her jokingly.
She’d dismissed it out of hand, of course, but soon realised he was serious. Stacey had walked in on her sucking his cock as he spoke to her, telling her what to do, what to think. He had seen her watching, and that simply wouldn’t do. No, he had to fix it. Fix her.
“Now…” he said, bringing her out of her memories. “Why don’t you assume the position as I begin to fix you again.”
His voice was soft, very soothing, like a velvet blanket wrapping itself around her mind and body.
“Yes… The position.” she responded, turning around, pulling down her panties.
“Remember…” he said, grabbing her hips roughly as she bent over. “My son can never take you here. This hole… belongs to me…” he spat, slowly easing into her behind.
Stacey stared ahead, emotionless, as he filled her, not even noticing his wife walking past her, slowly patting her derriere.
“Such an insolent one, isn’t she, my lord?. She must be fixed.” she said, watching her husband fuck the helpless girl.
Yes, she’d be fixed quite soon.
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Notes: 77 / 10 hours ago from sanescientist (originally from stockingclub)
Every once in a while, my wife will suddenly find her conditioning loosens its grip on her mind. When this happens, certain fail-safes kick in.
For one thing, she hasn’t left the house in three years, so if she tries to open the front door. What normally happens though, is that, the moment she becomes aware, she immediately goes to a shiny red box in our living room and retrieves three things, a DVD, some rope and a ball gag.
She puts the DVD on, straps the ball gag on and ties herself up.
By the time the final knot is pulled tight, the DVD has taken her into a state of euphoria, before it begins the brainwashing procedure once more.
When I arrive back home, I’ll once again have a wife who believes that her only purpose in life is to serve as my horny cum receptacle.
(Source: stockingclub)
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Notes: 98 / 10 hours ago from sanescientist (originally from mykinkyday)
“Emma? Is-is that you? Where are we? Why are you… Why am I dressed like this? What’s going on?”
“I see he’s wiped your memory again! We’re master’s thralls. He captured us a month ago. He loves to play these wonderful games where he wipes our memories so that we believe that we have free will again. It was me yesterday, and the day before that.”
“I’m sorry, you’re suggesting that you… me… we are, what? Slaves?”
“Yes. Sex puppets. Well, I am. When master finishes with you, then you’ll become a sex puppet again too.”
“Oh god… Please Emma, you have to help me. We need to escape. This isn’t… This isn’t right.”
“No, you won’t be going anywhere. Master will be down any moment and I’ve been instructed to ensure that you don’t go anywhere, or I’m to show you the crystal.”
“The… w-what? Listen… Please… Call the police. Don’t you see what he’s done to us? Please, Emma. Help!”
“No. sigh It’s always like this with you. You always take master’s game waaaay too seriously. Here…”
“What’s… Oh my… A crystal… I… Oh dear… Emma… Oooh… That’s lovely… I feel sooo fluffy…”
“That’s a good girl. Now, wait here and master will be along shortly to play with you.”
“Yes… W-wait… Master… Play with m-me…”
(Source: mykinkyday)
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Notes: 78 / 19 hours ago from hothowards (originally from purplebit-deactivated20110717)
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Notes: 28 / 1 day ago from peachylingerie
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Notes: 16 / 1 day ago from peachylingerie
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Notes: 312 / 1 day ago from peachylingerie
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Notes: 74 / 1 day ago from peachylingerie (originally from elegantlyscant)
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Notes: 19 / 1 day ago from peachylingerie (originally from elegantlyscant)
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Notes: 48 / 1 day ago from screwedandtattoed
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Notes: 228 / 1 day ago from nickdrake
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