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Susan's stepping into voluntary sexual slavery at an unknown Master PETER is a long story to tell well
Susan's story is not very new: we are back in the second half of the eighties in old wood-port quarters
Susan's story in her words is well written in her wording but badly lacked paragraphing and livelyness
"Susan's story needs experienced editing" I state in my comment and advise to a first part of eight here
Susan's story may need a couple of dozen short well written installments -- with my matching pictures
Susan's story is mine -- as seen through her eyes relates her erotic experiences during our sessions
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Susan steps carefully down the stairs of a big bed Professor Poet-PETER built in his student studio
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Susan finds herself back tied to the wall of a dungeon her Master PETER dedicates to discipline her
Susan contemplates her predicament: she Is fully nude save for her high-heels and sexy stockings
She is practically suspended from the hoist overhead. She wears leather wrist cuffs, which are attached to the end of a long chain above her head. Her arms stretched nearly to their capacity above her. Her ankles are similarly adorned with leather cuffs. Her feet are spread wide by the metal rings sewn into the ankle cuffs and fastened securely to two
iron rings set into the concrete floor.
Her short blonde hair is pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which holds her gag securely in place, in fact holds her panties, which are wadded and stuffed into her mouth. She can taste the somewhat acrid odeur of her sex, which has become imbedded within the fabric of her panties.
Susan looks nervously about the basement room, which is decorated and equipped as a dungeon torture room. She has no previous experience in this type of situation, and doesn't know how to act, or what to do. Then it occurs to her that she doesn’t have to do anything. Everything that happens, more specifically, happens to her, will be done for
or to her. There is nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happens.
The air is cool, while not cold. She glances down and sees that the light pink nipples adorning her smallish breasts are fully erect, as though excited. She is not struggling, the time for that has passed. But with each movement her breasts sway a bit. The muscles in her upper legs ache, as they are severely stretched, yet still bear most of her weight. That coupled with the fact that she still wears her high heels, causes her to wonder how long she will be made to endure this awkward position. It seems like an hour, maybe two, but in fact is more likely twenty or thirty minutes.
Susan has been left alone, for whatever reason. Her situation, despite pain & discomfort, excites her
She has no idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it. On the far wall of this dungeon room are hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and even canes. The canes are long wispy lengths of cane, each has a handle wrapped with leather. And a leather strap, which apparently fits around the wrist of the user. There are also several sets of hand-cuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as what appears to be gags and other assorted latex and leather devices, many of which Susan understands or can guess its painful use on her helpless hot beautiful baby body.
Toward the centre of the room is a large wooden butcher-block table. This table is over eight feet in length. Perhaps four feet across. Embedded into each corner of the top are steel rings, each held in place by a large bolt driven through the thick surface of the table. To her left, Susan can see two planks of wood, bolted to the wall in an X. They form a sort of cross. She can see that near the top of each end of the X are metal rings, bolted to the solid wooden device. Looking down, she notices that identical rings are affixed near the bottom of the cross. To her right, Susan eyes what appears to be a leather pommel horse, without the pommels. Glancing to the floor, she can see that there are again iron rings imbedded into the floor, two on either side of the horse.
Though she has no experience in such a setting, Susan can easily envision the use for each device as it applies to her current predicament. And it excites her, as she remembers that she had come here voluntarily, prepared to face whatever happens to her, because it thought of it terribly turns her on.
Susan is a bit embarrassed by feeling a flow of her hot pussy juice drip down the inner of her thighs ...
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TO BE CONTINUED SOON: I EXPECT NEXT PARTS TO POP UP WITH ONE OR TWO HOURS IN BETWEEN
COPYRIGHT by Prof. Poet-PETER in A'dam at 'Experimental Erotics International Institute' -- 02/05/20
Susan's story is not very new: we are back in the second half of the eighties in old wood-port quarters
Susan's story in her words is well written in her wording but badly lacked paragraphing and livelyness
"Susan's story needs experienced editing" I state in my comment and advise to a first part of eight here
Susan's story may need a couple of dozen short well written installments -- with my matching pictures
Susan's story is mine -- as seen through her eyes relates her erotic experiences during our sessions
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Susan steps carefully down the stairs of a big bed Professor Poet-PETER built in his student studio
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Susan finds herself back tied to the wall of a dungeon her Master PETER dedicates to discipline her
Susan contemplates her predicament: she Is fully nude save for her high-heels and sexy stockings
She is practically suspended from the hoist overhead. She wears leather wrist cuffs, which are attached to the end of a long chain above her head. Her arms stretched nearly to their capacity above her. Her ankles are similarly adorned with leather cuffs. Her feet are spread wide by the metal rings sewn into the ankle cuffs and fastened securely to two
iron rings set into the concrete floor.
Her short blonde hair is pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which holds her gag securely in place, in fact holds her panties, which are wadded and stuffed into her mouth. She can taste the somewhat acrid odeur of her sex, which has become imbedded within the fabric of her panties.
Susan looks nervously about the basement room, which is decorated and equipped as a dungeon torture room. She has no previous experience in this type of situation, and doesn't know how to act, or what to do. Then it occurs to her that she doesn’t have to do anything. Everything that happens, more specifically, happens to her, will be done for
or to her. There is nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happens.
The air is cool, while not cold. She glances down and sees that the light pink nipples adorning her smallish breasts are fully erect, as though excited. She is not struggling, the time for that has passed. But with each movement her breasts sway a bit. The muscles in her upper legs ache, as they are severely stretched, yet still bear most of her weight. That coupled with the fact that she still wears her high heels, causes her to wonder how long she will be made to endure this awkward position. It seems like an hour, maybe two, but in fact is more likely twenty or thirty minutes.
Susan has been left alone, for whatever reason. Her situation, despite pain & discomfort, excites her
She has no idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it. On the far wall of this dungeon room are hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and even canes. The canes are long wispy lengths of cane, each has a handle wrapped with leather. And a leather strap, which apparently fits around the wrist of the user. There are also several sets of hand-cuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as what appears to be gags and other assorted latex and leather devices, many of which Susan understands or can guess its painful use on her helpless hot beautiful baby body.
Toward the centre of the room is a large wooden butcher-block table. This table is over eight feet in length. Perhaps four feet across. Embedded into each corner of the top are steel rings, each held in place by a large bolt driven through the thick surface of the table. To her left, Susan can see two planks of wood, bolted to the wall in an X. They form a sort of cross. She can see that near the top of each end of the X are metal rings, bolted to the solid wooden device. Looking down, she notices that identical rings are affixed near the bottom of the cross. To her right, Susan eyes what appears to be a leather pommel horse, without the pommels. Glancing to the floor, she can see that there are again iron rings imbedded into the floor, two on either side of the horse.
Though she has no experience in such a setting, Susan can easily envision the use for each device as it applies to her current predicament. And it excites her, as she remembers that she had come here voluntarily, prepared to face whatever happens to her, because it thought of it terribly turns her on.
Susan is a bit embarrassed by feeling a flow of her hot pussy juice drip down the inner of her thighs ...
======================================================================================
TO BE CONTINUED SOON: I EXPECT NEXT PARTS TO POP UP WITH ONE OR TWO HOURS IN BETWEEN
COPYRIGHT by Prof. Poet-PETER in A'dam at 'Experimental Erotics International Institute' -- 02/05/20
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