Cam Damage And Vespa In Full Latex Catsuits

Someone is ready for the weekend!

“He got a girlfriend, he must’ve been having fun with her😉”

Sir, your son is in my bed licking me while I tell him what a good boy he is

Bittersweet Symphony

For most people, seeing her in this position, leaning over you, dressed like this, would be a highlight of their life.

But not for you.

No, wild as it seems, this was a punishment for talking back to her in front of her friends.

You had long since been denied the ability to be with her, to feel her skin on yours, hear her trembling, passionate breaths as she slowly, methodically moves her body on yours.

You lived in perpetual longing for her.

She unceremoniously dragged you into the bathroom, pulling your shirt off before yanking down your pants, exposing your thick, swollen diaper. She moaned softly—tantalizingly in your ear.

You knew this was too good to be true.

Because it was.

For the first time in years, she grinded on you, your wet diaper squelching with every thrust. You were consumed by pleasure. Your mind practically short-circuiting in bliss.

Just as your pleasure was reaching its climax, she stopped.

You opened your eyes to find a dangerous, foreboding grin plastered on her face.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you finish, right?” she said ominously, “Not after what you pulled back there. You don’t get rewarded for that.”

You don’t answer. You knew better.

“But you do get punished. And my friends and I have just the punishment. Wanna hear it?”

“I..y-yes, Mommy,” you say defeated.

“Good boy. You’re gonna march out of this bathroom in nothing but that soggy diaper that doesn’t hide your…excitement. And you’re gonna apologize to my friends for being a disrespectful brat.”

Terror paralyzes you. Of course, they knew you were in diapers, but they had never seen them. “B-b-but…Mommy no, please!”

“Hush,” she hissed, “you will do as you're told. But I haven’t even told you the best part!”

You shiver at the threat.

“The girls wanna see if you make cummies in your diaper without anyone touching you. So, you’ll stand there and listen to them teasing and humiliating you about your diapers and how pathetic you are.”

“Mommy!” you squeal.

“What did I just say? You will stand there until you make stickies to your own humiliation and truly become the pathetic boy I know you are! And the winner—whoever gets you to bust your widdle load—gets to change you in front of everyone! It’s so exciting!”

“No, please! I’m sorry, Mommy! I won’t talk back ever again!”

“Too late, little one,” she says pulling you up, “let’s go.”

Dangerous Smile Part 3

Janey had indeed punished me severely. The spanking had been the worst one so far in our still-new FLR, and I had cried very sincere tears and begged her to stop. Of course, she’d only mocked me for asking, knowing that I was naked and handcuffed and certainly couldn’t stop the spanking.

Following the spanking, she had put me back in my “naughty corner” for an hour, then hogtied me on the floor and rested her feet on my punished bottom for the rest of the night, reading and watching her phone, ignoring me completely as the hours passed by, giving me strict orders not to talk.

Finally, it was late, she said (I couldn’t see a clock) and she informed me she was going to leave me tied up all night, just not here in the living room. 

“I am going to move you,” she said. “Do you promise to be a good boy, or do I need to spank you again?”

“I promise I’ll be a good boy,” I answered.

Janey untied my feet and led me outside, much to my surprise, to our private stretch of beach. To my amazement, she laid me down in the sand and hogtied me. 

“You’re not leaving me out here all night, are you?”

“Of course,” she said, shoving a pair of her bikini bottoms into my mouth and then tying my mouth closed with a scarf. “I promised you severe punishment. Relax, and hopefully the crabs won’t bother you.”

She left me, alone, tied up, on the sand all night. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and was dreading two things - anyone happening to pass by or animals picking at me.

The night passed slowly, and the sun had been up for quite some time when I finally saw Janey’s feet approaching me. She turned me onto my side to look up at her and smiled down at me.

“I hope you learned something,” Janey told me. “From now on, you’re not to pretend to be some macho, manly man. You will be who you are, my bitch boy and chastity slave, and if you get out of line again, you’ll spend two nights out here. Do you understand why you were punished?”

I nodded miserably, unable to move or speak. She smiled again. “Do you promise to be a good boy?”

I nodded again, meekly, wanting to send her the message that I accepted my place and would do my best to be her obedient slave forever.

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It's best when he's kept totally in the dark.

Having a minimum lock time is essential, because it gives him hope that a release may be coming.

Yet he still has no idea when his release is, even when the 3 month deadline is reached. Nor does he know what his release will look like.

Will it be a full orgasm?

Intercourse?

Hand job?

Ruined?

Anally induced?

A milking?

Caged?

He doesn't know when or how. He will only know when she tells him.

This keeps him on the edge, and always guessing, maximizing his frustration and obedience to her.

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