The room’s been emptied of all its contents; the cabinets that stand at its dark periphery have been closed and locked, all that remains is a wooden chair and, facing it from the middle of the cavernous space, an old-fashioned commode, heavy wood with a cold thick marble seat above the large enameled bowl that [...] . . . → Read More: The Schoolgirl: A Very Soapy Enema, A Commode, A Straightforward Test Of Obedience
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I often wonder to myself how few words it takes to craft an image of sufficient power to arouse and terrify. While I most often practice this art of conjury by phone as part and parcel of preparing someone for discipline or release (as I choose), I thought it would be worthwhile to see how [...] . . . → Read More: To The Basement Room Of The Reformatory, Where Punishment Enemas and Sodomy Are Performed The young woman sits at the table in the hotel room holding the cup of tea, trying her dutiful best to keep her hand from shaking and any of the precious liquid in the cup from spilling. For this is not an ordinary young lady, nor an ordinary cup of tea, and there are serious [...] . . . → Read More: The Schoolgirl’s Cup Of Tea “I’ve heard enough to reach a decision, counselor,” he says, leaning forward, impatiently pushing his heavy black robe away from his hand as he reaches towards his gavel. “Step back from the bench, all of you …” Unwillingly they trail off into silence, an uncomfortable state for any lawyer, trail off and slowly, resentfully drift [...] . . . → Read More: Medical Enemas, A Fond Memory As you read this, I expect you to be in position for the final part of one of our “conversations.” Face down on your bed, bare bottom over the pillows, pajama bottoms down around you knees, legs spread as far as the bottoms will allow, waiting. Waiting to hear my footsteps, knowing what that sound [...] . . . → Read More: Imagining She finds the site by accident; and, having found it, finds herself returning to it, over and over again, her fascination and arousal growing stronger with each viewing. During the day she finds herself thinking about it: about the stories, the descriptions of the punishments. So humiliating. It can’t be real, she thinks, only another [...] . . . → Read More: Anticipation She comes home from work expectant, rushes to the computer and dials in. To retrieve his message, the one she knows he’ll write. She knows he’ll describe it to her, how he’ll punish her, what it will be like. It’s been in her mind all day, her discipline, her punishment, the words circling round and [...] . . . → Read More: Assume the Position Through the open doorway to the bedroom, her bottom is visible, her legs rising to meet her spread cheeks as she kneels on the bed, with her head down. She’s dressed as a schoolgirl, a uniform of his instruction rather than her own desire. Dressed as a schoolgirl, the skirt lifted, the white knickers yanked [...] . . . → Read More: The Schoolgirl She reads his instructions to her and, having done so, takes her clothes off and, completely naked, walks from her bedroom to the couch waiting in the living room. Places a pillow on the arm, imagining him doing it, and bends forward, imagining him standing behind her, watching. “Am I correctly presented, Daddy,” she says, [...] . . . → Read More: The Ritual of Punishment She’s bent over the side of her bed, her panties pulled down to just below her buttocks, one hand deep between her legs, the other moving the rectal plug in and out of her behind. In and out the plug moves, and as it does, she images its his cock moving there, his cock using [...] . . . → Read More: Enforced Masturbation |
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