Legs apart! His ankles fastened.Somewhere behind him she stood he could smell her scent she whispered in his ear ‘I hope you are ready for this?’B...indfold on. He felt her hands explore every inch of him; she clamped his nipples and stretched them to tie them to the gate he could not move, then the first strike of the cane.He was surprised no pain a sting then warmth.Again a new place the same.Then He moved as she re-hit an original strike place his body tried to pull away it hurt .She carried. Zara woke up with a start hearing a deep thrumming purr, to see Mar and Fuzz staring at each other their tails swishing to and fro, Zara sat up pushing her hair out of face "hello Mar, what brings you here?" Mar looked at Zara, the minute his eyes moved, Fuzz pounced, Mar sighed "I thought I had him stared down, I'll have to work on that, I just came by to see how things were going, haven't seen you around so I stopped by." Zara nodded "things are just fine, I'm going to start working on the. I even found pictures of them and was pleased to see that they were a very attractive pair.Howard and Erica had died tragic deaths during a kinky sexual experiment. Howard stood on a chair with his hands tied behind his back and a noose around his neck. Erica gave him a blow job and at the instant of his ejaculation pulled the chair out from underneath him. I believe this extremely dangerous perversion was a favorite of the Marquis de Sade. The object is to achieve the perfect orgasm through a. It was a University night out for a group of baby dykes and to be frank that wasn’t my idea of fun at all. More likely get puked on than fucked. When all else fails, go to Ernie’s. Ernie, more properly Ernestine Drummond but nobody calls her that, runs an understanding little bar for dykes down near the racecourse. Understanding because she is one of us. She’s masculine (being kind to her) and nonetheless lovely for it. She always wears a tuxedo despite the fact the bar is less than classy..