"Casey winced at the image of himself prancing across the stage with hisdress over his head (and his undies on display for the whole world,let's not f...rget that vital piece of information). Ms Deane read hisexpression."Don't worry about it, Casey. Nobody's going to recognize you. In adress and make up, you'll just be another chorus girl," Ms Deane toldhim, gesturing towards the costume. "Come on, it's time you climbed intothis. Take off your vest."Casey hesitated several seconds, knowing he. Within minutes the intimate and forceful penetrations had her teetering on the edge of an orgasm. ?Would you like Brad to make you come? Mmmmmmmm?? asked Helen Wellington teasingly. Diana was no longer able to resist the rising pleasure. ?Yyyyyyyes! Oh yes! P?p?p?please!?she panted. The last thing she wanted to do was come in front of them, for their entertainment, or give the horrible chauffeur the satisfaction of making her do it because it would be soooooo embarrassing but. Her beautiful face, reflecting the sweet pain of her whipping, made me adore her all the more, and made me want to cuddle and caress her, and love her for hours.Sarah was my first encounter with erotic masochism, and it brought out the latent sadist in me. She adored the makeshift leather whip, and I began applying clothespins to her swollen nipples and labia, which drove her crazy with lust. I bought a black plastic butt-plug from a downtown sex-shop. With a tube of lube and the 'plug, I would. My fingers went quickly to my nipples, running them over the tips, making them become hard and erect and waited for my punishment. ”Spread your legs further apart and push your pussy forward” she commanded. As I lay on the bed with my legs apart her fingers met at my pussy, sliding along my pussy lips, each drawing a lip backward, exposing my vaginal orifice.Then madam pulled my foot as wide as possible, and tied it with the corner post of the bed. She did the same to all of my limbs. I was.