Whores A Bound

It’s been forty minutes since your girlfriend left you there tied to the bed in nothing but a pair of pink satin panties. The two of you had been playing these bondage games for several weeks and so far it had been fun. Now you were getting worried. Where the hell was she? Finally . . . → Read More: Whores A Bound

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The Training

It was dark. His brain was foggy. Was it still Friday night? Where was he? He reached his hands towards his head to try and rub out some the grogginess but they resisted. He tried again and then realized that something was stopping his movement. Again, he pulled. Something around his wrists, hard, metal. . . . → Read More: The Training

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