A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Previous Task | Next Task “Pee into a bowl. Balance the bowl on your foot and balance on one leg. If it drops in under a minute, lick it off the floor.” I feel like this task was set up with the intention that I would fail. While the same seemed to be true for the line writing task, this one held slightly bigger stakes. Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) “Am I allowed to take the clamps off please, Mistress?” Lois: “Not yet. Make yourself cum and collect squirt in a bowl or similar, if you squirt.” She wanted me to do what? I mean… I had thought about how she might Continue Reading →
Last week, Roxy and I brought another visit to the dungeon. She’d given me the task to braid rope into my hair in preparation and handed me a bundle of impact toys and rope to take to the playroom upstairs. It felt a bit ridiculous carrying these, not least because I was holding my own tools of torture but also because there were too many Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) I’d bought myself a new toy without Lois telling or suggesting me to and I didn’t ask her about it either. This was fine, of course; no rule against it but I never usually got things for myself. But I was curious Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) After getting off the train, home and upstairs, Lois asked me to turn on the webcam and to check what was in the room. I was visiting my dad so I didn’t have a lot of toys with me. In the meantime, Continue Reading →
Last Thursday, I was in a very masochistic mood and I figured that the only way I’d get out of this was by torturing myself in one way or another. I’ve used the attempt to force several orgasms quite a lot but I wanted something better, something more torturous, somehow. I remember PainSlutLois’ post about a predicament she put herself in for 8 hours, and thought, Continue Reading →
My friend: “I just came….”
(Lmao how the hell did he come without touching himself and only by reading our conversation???)
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