Unchecked tears dotted the stone tiles of thedining room floor as the Princess Lesley wept openly, her bent body rackedby wrenching sobs. The vanquish...d sufferer was past caring that her enforcedpose and convulsive quiverings blatantly exposed the most private parts ofher naked body to the lusting male eyes in her audience. She just knew shecould not bear another stroke of the whip to her poor piteously-wealed backside. Behind the bowed figure of the whimpering princess,Miss Simpson. Another shelf held leather cuffs, which she guessed were for her wrists and ankles. She slipped one of the padded cuffs over her wrist, feeling the press of cool soft leather wrapped around her. Despite her expectation that she would hate wearing cuffs, her body’s response was a quickening heartbeat and a sudden clenching of her sex. Stroking the leather cuff alongside her cheek, it felt buttery smooth and soft. She breathed in the scent of the leather.As she stepped closer to the mirror to see. .enough said , onto the next story. It was November 2009, Sarah had gone off to college now, at UNC Asheville, and I had gone on about my life, without her for a while. Until the opportunity came along to take a trip for my work, to Canton, NC. A little detour could provide me a chance to see her... and that was something my cock was sorely needing. As I packed an overnight bag, my cock was growing with anticipation. I had called her from my office earlier, to see if she would be available. Daniel watched him go and, after the jock was gone, he helped up the kid. Then, he simply walked away. Brenda woke up, realizing she had been in a dream of remembrance. She rolled over and looked at Daniel, staring into his half-asleep eyes. He must have felt her gaze, for he awoke from his partial slumber and asked, “Something wrong?” “Do you remember that fight you broke up about three months ago?” Brenda asked, “Between the football player and the skinny kid?” “Yes…” he answered, confused,.