Here is the first of some stories that have to do with pesonal kinks and thrills. Purely for the lustful enjoyment of all.
Under the neatly pressed and professional business attire she is completely naked. The suit jacket, matching skirt, and white blouse are well tailored, dark charcoal grey and expensive. Her large, firm breasts jut against out. The flared roundness of her buttocks is outlined by the snug skirt. The sway of her shapely hips is accentuated by the dark grey, shoes with six-inch silver stiletto heels. She is a tall, statuesque redhead with porcelain white skin, forest green eyes and full, bee-stung lips. She carries herself with an air of the exotic and determined.
She keeps very much to herself, the laws on harassment in the corporate world keep panting lechers away. However, the rumors about her abound. Some are sure she is a dyke. Others, design her as a private dominatrix, who takes great delight in torturing men, and women, as a sideline to her business at the ad firm.
As she conducts the day’s business and meetings with executives, she is constant state of sexual arousal. Due to the self inflicted pain and torture. Beneath the expensively tailored outfit her body is tightly cinched in a black leather harness. The quarter inch bands constrict her waist, ribs and boobs. A thinner strap runs right along her crotch, digging into her cunt and presses her turgid clit. Then this strap runs up the deep crevice of her buttocks. It holds in place the large rubber plug, which she fills her so that she can feel it with nearly every breath. The straps encircling her boobs make them swell like taut beach balls about to burst. The last time she had been in the bathroom to frig herself to convulsing orgasm, she admired the dark color her boobs had turned. They seem to throb visibly. There are thin scars from severe whippings crisscrossing the flesh. The latest welts have been smoothed out from the pressure of being bound. She thinks of how good it f... Læs hele novellen
