Candi and Summer started another shift and were sitting at the table eating their slop. Candi ate greedily this time, his choice not to eat the last time left him starving, not to mention that lingering taste of the sponge he couldn’t shake. The sissy went to take another spoonful when a large hand wrapped around his wrist. He tries to resist, but his other wrist is grabbed and they are pulled together behind his back. The man held both the sissy’s wrists with one hand while stuffing them into something like a leather sack. Candi wriggled his arms as the muscular man put straps over his should… Διαβάστε περισσότερα

“I am Head Sissy Maid Petunia,” the purple maid curtseyed, “I know your male name is Carl, but I have been instructed to refer to you as ‘Whore’ until a suitable name has been selected.” Her voice struck Carl as odd, her voice was overly operatic and her British accent was obviously fake. She pauses to listen to his muted complaints, “Of course I will wax you myself, deary! I have been under the Countess’ service for many years and know what she expects. She then attached a small leather band just below the head of his penis and attaches it to a tiny leash. “Come along,” she says cheerily tug… Διαβάστε περισσότερα

My Countess and have been interested in the combination of heat and cold in play for quite a while. We started with a couple ice cubes and the occasional use of hot wax. Once I was accustomed to the hot drizzle of wax all over my back and thighs, Countess began exploring my tolerance for cold. When we began, my limit was two cubes before I would cry uncle. Slowly but surely, my endurance grew and I wanted more than the static cold that the cubes provided. That is when my love had the brilliant idea of using a popsicle as a dildo. I remember that first time very vividly. I could feel my… Διαβάστε περισσότερα