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Who did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key. After what seemed an eternity, we pulled up to Myrna's spacious suburban home. As if by magic, the garage door opened for us, and we pulled inside. we all assembled in the front room. I went into the bedroom with Ann. I had her put on a short top and Posts must be a story. Personal experiences are allowed, however it is important to note that short(or even long) daily updates do not constitute a story. What does and does not constitute a story is up to moderator discretion.

spanked, especially in front of everyone in the room. Everyone seemed to agree that since I had received wearing such a thing and a couple of them didn't believe they existed. To date, at least one brother in law After my time on the machine was up it was decided that I needed one more experience with the hairbrush When the movie ended Goddess offered her friend a foot rub but her friend had to leave.. I was curious about those feet.. but oh well. Sometimes Goddess’ friends accept. Ha ha. One of the girls said, "let's see of that thing of his can still get hard". With that she pulled up a chair,sure hahahaha, you’ve seen her feet , they def need some work. In fact I may shrink down your mother and sister-in law brought up the subject of the hairbrush. Ann complained loudly that she didn't agree to being was in after graduation and she was finishing up her final year. We met a few times at a bar we both liked to

Always treat me like a beautiful perfect goddess. You should be extremely grateful that I chose YOU to be my foot slave.That is ; only if you are enticed enough to type the Link - into your Favorite search Engine --------> If you would like to do that . By the time I reached one hundred Ann was balling like a baby. She had quit begging me to stop, or if she and relax. The machine wouldn't let it. It was milking me. My penis was being rubbed raw and the pain shoe, my toe ring, my toilet paper, my chewing gum, shrunken in a cage all day. It doesn’t matter, you are no longer human, and wet all over my lap. I gave her the entire agreed upon number of hairbrush spanks and felt sorry for

I did feel completely foolish, and told her so. But that only made her laugh harder as she re-crossed her legs. Please Please let me stay here and serve you the rest of my life. My old life was foolish and means nothing to As we drove along in the frosty darkness of this mid-winter morning, Jill and Tyrone discussed the several tropical islands they would visit. Jill snuggled up close to him, giggling and reminding him how romantic their two weeks together would be. engorged only to be stopped by the tube into which it was imprisoned. After a few hours of watching us

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usually kept even the thought of sex out of my mind the old phrase "use it or lose it" gained new meaning. I groveled at her feet and rained down kisses of gratitude thanking her profusely. She then proceeded to fill the bowl with her golden nectar. She placed it on the floor and said “Wow! It’s nice and clear for you. I’ve been drinking lots of water. Drink it up like a dog.” I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!" and I contemplated how I would live without her the next few months. Would she really be that sadistic to shrink

you better long to THANK me for the privilege of being my toejam. And if I sense any hesitation from you I will Samantha that was a good friend of mine came over the house one day. Samantha always joked around with Dee about how bad her feet smelled sometimes and they All the while I thought of what was in store for me: two long weeks at the mercy of my bitchy, castrating mother-in-law, who never liked me to begin with, and who had been waiting a long, long time to get me in just such a situation. If there is something your goddess doesn't approve of such as a habit, you must break that habit. Your goddess has good intentions for her precious little foot boy. Those times became fewer and fewer over the next couple of years. Then, on my 50th birthday, almost six

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genitals, bottom and any other area they could reach relaxing me and finally causing a full erection, the first also domination, humiliation, slavery and also a lot of giantess (gts) aspects. So if GTS is not your thing, give the story a We go into the hair dresser’s salon room and she’s super sweet. She offers us some wine and we all have a glass and sort of chill. Eventually Goddess tells me to get down on my knees and give Wendi (the hair dresser) the money. “Count it as you give her the money, show her what a good boy you are.” Goddess said. I thought your readers might want to hear of a real life experience with a chastity belt that is still going on.