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This is my first story detailing the type of marriage I hope to enter into. I am firm believer in a Matriarchy lifestyle where the male takes the traditional role of the wife. Unlike other types of Internet relationships, I believe that a D/S marriage/relationship is built on the traditional values of trust, love, and fun. I do believe in fidelity, just incase your wondering, but only for the male. Commitment, another cornerstone of a relationship is based on the trust and love between the Domme and her submissive. I hope you enjoy my story. Keywords: Femdom Authoritarian, Chastity belt, Bondage, Discipline, Very High Heels, French Maid, Cuckolding. Into the Corner By Domestic Cleaner (A.K.A Kevin) "Into the corner, and I'm adding three more weeks in your chastity belt for not completing your chores." So there I stood in the corner again, wearing nothing but my chastity belt and my ruffled apron as Carol continued to read her book. With the wedding day only eight months from now, I had a feeling that this would continue after we said our vows. It was Saturday morning and I was getting ready to shower. Carol walked in and made a new announcement. "Kevin, would you do me a favor?" "Sure." "I rather prefer if you would shave." "Shave, Honey?" "Yes, shave and keep shaved everything." "Everything?" I said blushing. "Everything, Underarms, chest and most importantly your legs. I like the smooth feeling of bare skin." Removing my chastity belt, Carol helped me not into the shower as I normally would on a Saturday morning, but a bath. She removed my chastity belt and helped me for the next 45 minutes remove all the hair from my ears on down. Monday night, Carol arrived home at seven o'clock. I had straightened up the house, took out the old newspapers and did some light dusting. "I have you seen the mail." Carol asked walking towards me. "No, I completely forgot to get it. I have been busy trying to straighten up before you got home." I replied. I watched as she stood in front of me begin to remove my shirt "Kevin, do you agree that a well ran house requires compromise?" she said unbuckling my pants and letting them fall to the floor "Yes, Dear." I responded. "Do you agree that there is and can only be one head of the household?" she asked. Standing with only my underwear on with my chastity belt clear evident. "You may remove those, she remarked. I felt humiliated that she would punish me again. I knew where this would lead me soon enough. Removing my underwear, I stood in front of Carol naked. "I have expectations that you must remember. To help you remember, I think you need a time out." She said guiding me to my corner again. "I want you to stand in the corner for 15 minutes. But this time I want you to stand on the balls of your feet. I don't want you to lower or rest on your heels. Do you understand?" Carol asked. "Please Carol, why do..." "This is not a debate, you need to learn." Carol said. I thought about not retrieving the mail during those 15 minutes. My calves began to ache. Under the watchful eyes of Carol, she would remind me. "Up baby." Two days latter I came home after a long day at work. I changed into a pair of sweats and t-shirt and began to do my chores. As I was sweeping the floors, I saw them. In the punishment corner a pair of three inch black pumps. I knew then that if I did not perform my chores and tend to my responsibilities appropriately, it would be the slippery slope for me. I felt I had to stay out of those shoes at all costs. But in a perverse way I wanted to try them on. I wanted to at least try and stand in a pair of high heels. I tended to my chores diligently, making sure that all were attended to and completed before Carol got home. With about a half hour before Carol would get home, I went over to the shoes. Removing my house slippers, the ones that Carol insists that I wear when in the house, I gingerly stepped into my new punishment shoes. Instantly I felt more feminine, docile. I dare not walk around in the house in them, but I stood for a few minutes as the stress began to work on my calves. I stepped out of them and put my house shoes back on, grateful for the ability to remove them as my calves where burning only after 5 minutes. Carol arrived home a short time later. As I finished preparing the meal, Carol had changed into some comfortable cloths and inspected my work. I served dinner and we chatted about the day. After dinner we sat and chatted and watched some TV before settling down for the night. We made no mention of the high heels in the corner, not even a glance. For we both knew for who and for what those meant-nothing needed to be said. I knew it would be only a matter of time. I was trying so hard to finish my chores before Carol got home. But work had kept me over, and I knew I'd never finish by the time she arrived. As she walked into the door I pleaded with her, trying to explain that work and traffic kept me. She would have none of that. "We each have to work to make a relationship work. Sometimes one has to work harder than the other." "But, I try so hard." I replied. "Yes, I know. But a clean house and authority must be maintained." She replied. Looking mortified, but understanding she was right, I know what I had to do. I removed my clothes as Carol watched, then lead me over to my punishment corner. I tried to make my last convincing argument but to no avail. "Step into your shoes." Carol insisted. "Please honey." I begged as I slid my right foot into the three inch stiletto pump. "25 minutes in the corner and two weeks additional time in your chastity belt for talking back." Sliding my left into the other shoe, I knew this would be the beginning of a new life. I felt submissive and obedient standing in my new shoes. I wondered what changes were in store for me as our relationship progressed. But even though I felt uncomfortable having to keep my legs shaved and now to wear pumps during punishment, I felt at oddly content. "I like the way these pumps make your legs and butt look." She said as she began to caress my bum. I was standing there performing my penance for not performing my duties. Whispering in my ear she said "I like you in these pumps so much, I think it would do your legs a lot good to wear them. I think you should perform your chores in them from now on." Having been given another two weeks in my chastity belt for talking back, I knew that I must defer to her authority. I began the next day to wear my pumps around the house while I performed my chores. As the weeks went by, I noticed that it became easier and easier to navigate around. I begin to feel comfortably odd at wearing them. Carol called me at work to tell me she had some good news. Getting home before me, I knew that tonight would be a very fun filled evening. Having gone the six weeks in my chastity belt I was ready to burst. I was hoping that I would be able to cum tonight and drove like a mad man home. Waiting for me was a very nice dinner and I was allowed to wear my traditional house slippers instead of my pumps. I felt so happy and grateful for the reprieve. During dinner, Carol handed me a gift- wrapped package. Excitedly I opened it up to reveal about a dozen pairs of panties. Most were full back panties with lace. A few of the sexy ones had shear backs, which would afford the viewer a complete transparent view of the wearer's bum. The last four panties caught my eye as I lifted one pair up. The only way to describe them would be to include the rows of lace that filled the back of the panties. Looking up at Carol, I could see the deductive smile. "Wow, these are very sexy panties." I remarked "Do you like them?" "Yes, they would look really hot on you." I replied. "Um Honey, they aren't for me." Looking up wide-eyed, I felt my cheeks blushing. But the look on Carol's face, the triumph of driving me deeper into my proper role explained it all. "Those panties you are holding are called "sissy panties" you can tell by the ruffles across the back." She remarked. "I thought they were very cute and would look good on you. But we can't have you wearing those to work, so your cotton panties are for day-to- day wear." "Yes, Honey." "Every day from now on, okay sweetie." Carol "Yes, every day." I look demurely at her resigned to the fact that I would begin wearing panties everyday from now on. My cock twitched a little in its cage as she was telling me the new rules of the house. Sitting next to me, she asked me to stand up and to remove my pants and underwear. Right before me she handed me a pair of scissors and I knew that I had to cut up my last pair of underwear. "For reward, I have special gift for..." she smiled and began to caress my balls. Taking her key from around her neck she unlocked by chastity belt. Tenderly she began to stroke my hardening cock. "On your toes sweetie." she instructed as she was tenderly stroking my penis "Do you the difference between a dick and a cock, honey?" she asked "Size honey. Size. Now when I look at yours what do you think you have? "A cock", I said as the feeling of sexual manipulation was beginning to invade me." "Oh honey, I know you think that. But from a woman's point of view you don't have quite a dick and certainly nowhere near a cock. Real men have cocks. Big thick cocks that satisfy women." All I could do was moan as she manipulated my penis. Her expert hands stroking and fondling me. Bringing me closer to orgasm but denying and prolonging it. "Do you think that real men stand in the corner when punished?" Stroke, stroke... "Wear high heels while cleaning the house?" "No." "Or wear panties." she asked. "No honey." I said feeling her rub the precum around the head my penis. "So tell me baby, what am I holding?" she asked. "A penis?" I remarked. "Could it be anything else? Maybe a something special that my sissy has?" With long strokes she continued "Tiptoes." she commanded. Returning to the balls of my feet. She continued stroking and asking me questions. "Could this be anything else besides a penis, dick or cock?" she repeated. "A, a, clit." I asked. "Yes baby. I a large clit." she reinforced Taking my salad from the table she sat it in her lap. And continued to stroke my clit. "Sometimes honey," she began "a woman needs a real man to satisfy her sexual needs." "Please no." I asked. "Please no what?" She responded. "Please don't take a real man. I can try and satisfy you." I pleaded "Baby, you do satisfy me. Your oral skills are the best. But sometimes your oral skills are not enough. Sometimes I need something larger, a lot larger. Something that will last more than a few minutes. Do you understand, honey?" "Yes." I responded on the verge of an intense orgasm "So you agree that I need a big, thick cock to satisfy me. Even when your little clit is locked up?" "Oh please no, please no." "No, you don't agree?" she responded "Yes, No. Oh god. Please my I cum?" I asked "Soon honey. But first do you agree that I need a real man, with a big thick hard cock to satisfy me?" "Yes, yes, you need a real man." I said "And..." she asked. "A big thick cock to satisfy you. Something that I don't have." I pleaded. "Oh how thoughtful of you baby. To understand my carnal needs. I knew that you were special. I love you so much." Stroking me with her right hand, she lifted the plate to that my cock begin to shoot sprit after sprit of cum onto my salad "Yes baby. That's it. Cum for Mistress." Cum I did. Two months of stored seamen erupted onto my dinner salad. Wave after wave of pure sexual release enveloped me. The pain in my calves evident since I stood on my tiptoes. Taking a piece of lettuce from my salad, Carol proceeded to clean my penis head off of all the cum. Ensuring that not a drop of it was missed. Gingerly, she took a towellette and cleaned my penis and chastity belt. Without delay she relocked my shriveled penis back into it cage and instructed me to sit. Taking a fork she began to take the clumps of salad and feed me. I felt awful, as she confidently and triumphantly feed me my cum covered salad. Two days later while cleaning the house again, I came across another pair of high heels in my punishment corner. This time they were four inch heels, black patent leather like my previous ones. I knew that my days in my three inch heels were going to come to an end. I wondered if the additional height of my heels would encumber me when performing my chores. After arriving home and having dinner that I prepared, Carol sat me down on the couch for a little talk. "Honey, by now you've seen your new shoes in the corner. With increase in height comes additional responsibilities for you. Why don't you remove your three inch heels you won't be needing them any more." Removing my shoes by lifting my legs back in a feminine manner, I listened to Carol. "I need you to run to the dry cleaners on Tuesday's and Friday to deliver and retrieve the dry cleaning. This is in addition to Wednesday's grocery shopping. Monday's I want you to take my car to the car wash. Thursday's you will do the laundry. Saturday you will perform the house cleaning and any extra ironing that is needed. Sunday will be a light day for you but you should be prepared at times to serve. Now about your new shoes." She instructed Glancing towards the corner I eyed my new black 4" pumps in the corner. "Why don't you get your new pumps?" Getting up, I walked over to my new pumps and slipped them on. Returning to her I stood in front of my girlfriend wearing my white sissy panties, chastity belt and new 4" pumps. "I noticed at times that you remove your foot from your shoes. Now, I know that most women do this, but honey it is most inappropriate for you." She intoned. "But Carol, sometimes my feet hurt." I responded. "I know, but how do you expect to become proficient at wearing higher heels if you keep taking short cuts?" She asked. "I don't know." I responded. "Well, I have a solution." Reaching into her handbag she retrieved a box and took out two balls of chains. "These two little darling trainers will help you develop stamina and poise." Bending down and instructing me lift my left foot then my right, Carol secured the chains up through the vamp of my heels and around my ankle. One chain for each shoe. With the click of a lock I heard her secure my shoes onto my feet. Finally, instructing me to put my legs closer together, she attached an eight inch hobble chain between my heels. Continuing she said "Every day you are to put your shoes on and secure them on your feet with the locks. This will ensure that you don't sneak little rest sessions as you perform your chores. The hobble chain will assist you in your ungainly gate. I have noticed that you needed to shorten your stride, as it is most unfeminine to walk around the house like with such a long stride. Short mincing steps are better for you. And for the bad news." She said with a slight glint in her eyes. "For every infraction that you commit, you will spend that number of weeks in your chastity belt for every inch of your heel." "Yes Dear." I responded. Knowing that if I argued she would immediately add another month. "I'm afraid that that's not all. Every time you change height of your heels, you'll need to spend twice the height with out an orgasm. So, like this evening, your next orgasm will be no early than eight weeks from now." I felt mortified that she was going to continue my feminization and control sessions. They appear to be getting deeper and deeper in depth. I wondered how far this would go as I donned my apron and began my chores. My gate was severely reduced due to the hobble chain securing my new heels closer together. I knew it would take me longer to do my chores and wondered if Carol would adjust the time to allow for my chores to be completed. Dishes, cooking, dusting, folding and layout clothes could easily take the better part of two hours. Little did I know that my reduced stride would increase that by another hour? Oh my I thought, what other possible diabolical punishments could my lover have in store for me. Some other boyfriends might leave a relationship like this, but not me. I was determined to make this relationship work. I knew that relationships required compromise and I was determined to do my fair share. It was hectic getting my chores done including getting Carol's bath ran, setting out her clothes for the next day, and packing her gym bag. But only being an hour over the allotted time period was not that bad, I thought for my first night in 4" pumps hobbled no less too! I was relieved when Carol called me into the bedroom and handed me the keys to my locks. I released the locks and removed the shoes from my aching feet. I saw a nightgown lying on my side of the bed and proceeded to slip it over my head. It was a short nightie that barely came down to mid thigh. My sissy panties clearly visible through the material, I slipped into bed. As I was getting comfortable, Carol remarked that she would forgive my time lapse this evening, but in the future most take care to ensure that all of my chores are performed on time. In the morning she did remark that I would not need to lock my shoes on before serving her breakfast, but that I still must wear my shoes around the house at all times. Getting ready for work I slipped my cotton panties up my clean-shaven thighs hoping that I would not have any panty lines visible through my slacks. I hurried off to work and knew I had to run to the dry cleaners to get the laundry out during my lunch break or else I risk not having enough time to perform my chores at home. Arriving home, I removed my shoes and my street clothes and donned my apron and locked my four inch pumps on my feet. Securing the hobble chain with the lock, I felt tonight would be a long night. My calves not yet adjusting to the additional one inch height, I could feel the pressure I began to remove the plastic bags and put the dry cleaning away. Mincing into the kitchen I began to prepare dinner for two and tried to hurry but careful and mindful of my gate. One week latter Carol walked in and announced that she had a new present for me. I knew that it would not be traditional fun present, but I also knew that the presents were important as they helped me become a better spouse. I looked around the room and toward my punishment corner. I didn't see a new set of high heels, for this I was glad about. But I did see an eye bolt fixed into the corner at about neck high. At first I didn't really notice it. Mincing over to where Carol was sitting, I reported to her "Yes Dear." I said "I have a couple of new presents for you. I thought it would be a good time to give them to you since you forgot to fold the laundry last night. Since your chores are completed, it's time to perform your punishment and reflect on your responsibilities." "Yes honey, it was my fault for being lazy." I replied Standing up, Carol had in her hand a very nicely made leather posture collar. "I thought you needed to develop a little bit more posture that is appropriate for your station in this house. From now on, as part of your dress while performing your chores, I want you to wear your posture collar. It will help you with keeping your head and back straight." She replied. Stepping behind me, she wrapped the posture collar around my neck forcing my chin up. Hearing the click of the lock, I knew that I would need another key to get it off. I only hope that she is keeping track of all these keys that she uses to look the different parts of my outfit on with. "You look absolutely lovely like this. But now it's time to reflect on your indiscretions." She remarked. Leading me over to the corner, Carol position me facing the wall. The eyebolt facing out at about chin level. Attaching a chain to the front of my collar and to the eyebolt, ensured that I could not pull away from the wall. With her instructions, I placed my hands behind my back as she secured a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. "I know you not used to wearing cold steal around your wrists, but I thought it would be important for you. Particularly when you see the next presents." Reaching around to in front of me, I could see the ring gag descend. I could feel her warm breasts against my bare back where the apron didn't over. She was brushing up against me with her pelvis and I basked in the very intimate contact that we made. "Open wide honey." She said. Following her instructions, I opened my mouth to feel the ring gag being secured around my head. Not being able to look around and only forward since my posture collar kept me focused to the front. I waited and heard her rummaging around. From the side I could feel her approach. "Sweetie, you know how much this means to me. Your training is coming along quite nicely and when we are done you'll make the best spouse anyone could want. But as you know, I'm am fiercely possessive and will not allow someone else to take you away from me. I have in my hand something really special that will demonstrate to me your obedience to me." To my horror, Carol placed in front of my mouth a dildo with a suction cup and stuck it to the wall. "This is a cock honey or a replica of what a real cock looks like. I would say open wide, but it looks like your already waiting for it. You're so naughty standing with your mouth in a perfect O, your lips wet and moist waiting for something to slide through them. Tonight we will just focus on the big thick head of the cock in your mouth. But I am excided about the next part. See, well maybe not. Anyway, I have a special spring that attaches between your chain and the eyebolt on the wall. It fits like this. Now, pull your head back so that just the tip of the cock is in your mouth. See, um hear that? That click is the sound of the up click. Now, pull back until just the head of the big cock into your mouth and listen for the click. There hear it, that's the down click. Each time you make a full cycle of 1 up and 1 down click, it's recorded on this little meter. That way I can see how many full cycles you've performed. But the best part is, well at least I think so, is that I can also set the time between the clicks-something like a metronome." I stood standing in the corner now in my high heels, with a thick long cock sticking out from the wall. Sliding up and down on the head of the dildo to the timing of a metronome counter. My hands handcuffed behind my back and the limited movement afforded by the chain connecting my posture collar to the eyebolt secured to the wall. I stood in the corner with the cock head securely fixed in my mouth for about a half- hour. I didn't hear the clicking sound and I was grateful for that. But the aching of my jaw told me just how big this cock was. After finishing my penance, Carol unhooked me from the wall and we went to bed. I slept soundly but at time had vague images of cocks in my dreams. Two weeks later, Carol came home ecstatic to hear that a bunch of packages arrived. I had not opened them but I did call her after having to pick them up from the postal service. If I knew then what I had in the car, I would have kept driving or at least disposed of them before getting home. Carol's instructions where that we would have a late dinner and not to start dinner to until after she got home at 6 pm-a little earlier than her normal time of 7. I knew that the packages must be important. Unloading the packages I took them into the dinning room and set them on dinning table. I then changed into my sissy panties, 4" heels that locked on and donned my apron and posture collar. Carol arrived about 15 minutes later and took the packages into our bedroom. Closing the door behind her, I couldn't tell what they were but judging from the smile on her face, they must contained something she really liked. At about 20 minutes to seven o'clock, Carol called me into the bedroom. When I walked in, I couldn't tell what was under a sheet covering the purchases. Instructing me to remove my apron, she unlocked my shoes and had me sit on the edge of the bed. Blind folding me, I could see that she was so excited as my eyes were covered. Instructing me extend my leg out, I could feel something smooth in case my left leg as she rolled something all the way up to my upper thigh. Again she repeated this for my left leg. Next, I felt her slip my feet into a pair of shoes. I could hear her secure the shoe locks around the vamp and my ankle and figured that they were my 4" pumps. Instructed me to stand, I almost fell forward when I stood up. Turning me around, I felt Carol wrap something around my waist. Suddenly I felt her tightening it and asked how tight I would have worn my corset. "Not too tight." She said. Tighter and tighter she pulled on the ties. After she secured the ties, I had to take shallow breaths and stand very straight. I felt her thread the straps of the corset under my sissy panties and pulling my stockings taught she secured each of the garter straps to them. Turning me around to face her, I felt her open the cups of my corset and insert something into each of the cups. I knew they had to be breast forms and I began to ask here why. But with just reassurance she told me to trust her. Next Carol asked me to lift each of my legs up as she placed something on the floor. Next I felt her pull something up my thighs to rest at my waists. With my arms straight up in the air as requested, I felt her lower a dress. I knew it was very very short, as I could not feel it touch my thighs. Zipping it up the back I felt the zipper end at the bottom of my posture collar. Sitting me down at the vanity, Carol proceeded to put blush and lipstick on me. Instructing me to keep my eyes closed, she removed my blindfold and placed a wig on me head. I felt her attach something to it and tie it under the back of my hair. Telling me stand she guided me over to our floor standing mirror. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked at the reflection in the mirror. Standing before me is the perfect looking French Maid. From the cotton tiara on my head on top of my long brown hair held back in a ponytail. I let my eyes drift down to the full chest that is holding out the bodice of my uniform. Further down the hourglass figure created by my corset ended with a flared out skirt. My skirt being held out by the petticoat. I turned sideways to see that the front of my uniform appeared to be longer in the front than the back. Bending over slightly, I could see the ruffles of my sissy panties. Carol informed me that my stockings wear seamed and she expected me to keep them straight. Looking down, I see that my feet are encased in 6" stiletto black pumps. The height creating a very nice balance to my legs and causing my bum to stick out invitingly. "It's time for you to prepare dinner now. No more dawdling in front of the mirror you have chores to perform. After dinner I think you should spend 15 minutes in the punishment corner. That will give you something to look forward to." "Yes Ms." I replied curtseying after receiving my instructions. "Oh very nice finish. Your training is coming along quite nicely." I minced off into the kitchen to begin preparing our dinner. The clicking of my 6" heels on the hardwood floors and the slate kitchen could be heard throughout the house. I wasn't used to the additional 2 inches of height and this caused me to adjust my gate and my posture to compensate for it. My calves were screaming at me and began to ache something awful. From the den I heard the ringing of a ceramic bell and knew that Carol was summing me. I reported to the den, curtsied and was asked to bring her a glass of wine into her study. Setting the table, I laid out cloth napkins and went back to Carol to notify her that dinner was ready. During dinner Carol laid out additional rules that I would need to abide by. The first was that I was no longer allowed to wear male clothing in the house. As part of that rule, I would remove all my clothing in the foyer, walk to my closet and either put on a maid uniform or an appropriate dress. Second was that at times I was expected to sleep in the spare bedroom. Well she really didn't use that name but where else could the "maids room", be? Again after dinner, I found myself standing in the corner. This time without the ring gag in my mouth, but found that the length of the stroke was an inch longer than the last time. Back and forth my head bobbed on this phallic sticking out from the wall in time all I could hear was the click-clack of the meter. After what appeared to be hours honing my skills but in reality was only about 15 minutes, my 6" stiletto encased ankles were quite tired and hurting something awful. I tried shifting my weight from one heal to the other to relieve the pressure. That's when Carol came up from behind me and whispered encouraging words. She told me to focus on the cock; to stay with the timing, focus dear were the words. After completing the number of trusts, my lips felt tingly and my jaw hurt from being open in a perfect "O" for so long. That's when Carol took me from the corner and led me to the front of the couch. Placing me on my knees in front of her, she lazy draped her legs over my shoulders and guided my face to her. For the next half hour, dressed as her maid, but glad to be off my feet, I serviced her to a number of climaxes with my tongue. It must have looked very erotic to see a maid on her knees serving the Mistress of the house in such an intimate way. But all I could think about was the length of time since my last orgasm. It was going on close to 6 weeks without one and I knew that I had at least another two before I would be even given the opportunity to cum. In retrospect I wish that I had focused on something else besides my own orgasm, for destiny has a way with wishes. Thirteen days latter, I would be cleaning the house in my expected attire and mincing around in my four inch heels as required, when I had a choice. After much to do around the home, I had haphazardly forgotten to take the recyclables to the curb. But dressed as I was, I was hoping that Carol would not make me and would at least this once help me out. It was not to be. Instead she gave me a choice, carry the bottle and cans to the corner, or spend and additional four weeks without an orgasm and in my chastity belt. I looked out the door towards the curb. Carol holding me by my waste and comforting me that it would only take about ten minutes to walk down and up the length of the driveway in my heels, hobbled as they were. I picked up the trash and was about to make my way out the door, when Carol said I didn't look complete. That's when I saw the ring gag in her hand and began to beg her not to put that in. I wouldn't be able to talk if any of the neighbors were to happen to come across me as I was performing my duties. She said she knew, but that made little consolation, as she with a wicked smile on her face, secured the ring gag around my head and locked on with click of the lock. I never made it to the end of the driveway. I chicken out afraid that someone from the neighborhood would see. I just dropped the back 10 feet from the door and minced my way back to the door. It took forever to walk those ten feet hobbled and wearing high heels. When I got back into the house, Carol was not mad, but she was scheming. I could tell. The next night, the night I would normally get my orgasm was surreal in the house. I was weighting for the hammer to drop and be punished for my failure to complete my chores on time the previous night. Instead, Carol guided me into my punishment corner again. This time she added another inch to the length of stroke on the dildo, bringing it to five inches in total. For an added bonus, I was standing in the corner with my uniform and six inch heels on, but this time with my panties down around my ankles. She stood next to me hanging a top filling enema bag next to me. Connecting the leads of a special water pump to the spring meter, she told me that ever time I missed the timing of the up or down click, a cup of water would be injected into me. Holding up a dildo shaped nozzle, she began to lubricate it and I felt it being inserted into my bum. After pushing it in about three inches, I felt my sphincter close around the narrow part effectively locking it into my ass. At first the click didn't begin as I began to bob up and down on the dildo. I was wondering if it was broken but continued. That's when I heard her say "my, my, aren't we an eager cocksucker tonight. Having second thoughts about not completing your chores last night, honey?" So there I stood perched on my six inch heels with a large dildo in my mouth, my posture collar secured to the wall by a short chain and meter combination. An enema tube running from the bag behind me terminating at the entrance of my bum waiting to inject its contents into my poor bottom. Just as the telephone was about to ring, she set the hideous contraption to work. I begin rocking back and forth on the dildo to the timing of the clicks. Trying to keep pace with it and trying to get the correct length on the down stroke. Each time I pushed forward, I could feel the head of the dildo touch the back of my throat. But I had little chance to gag, as I had to pull back until just the head of the dildo was in my mouth. I missed the down click and felt something shoot into my bottom. It was so startled that I lost my rhythm and the little cock in my bottom began shooting cup after cup of water into me. Now not only was I my jaw and calves straining, but now my bottom was getting full and I began to cramp. But I resumed my focus on the dildo and redoubled my efforts to get in time with clicks. After gaining control of my rhythm, I could hear Carol talking on the telephone. At one point, she walked over to me while talking and poured another pitcher of water into the bag. I had taken almost the full bag into me during the last fifteen minutes, but now I lost all concentration on the dildo and felt the water begin to surge into me. That's when I heard her say to Clare "Just a second Clare," Not even muting the phone, she began "I know your cramping honey, but you need to focus on the dildo not what's happening in your ass. Solve the problem baby, not the solution. The solution is to continue bobbing up and down on the dildo, hurry baby regain your rhythm. Up down, up-down, that's it. Oh yes, keep sucking that big thick cock." I felt mortified as I listened to Carol give me support knowing that her best friend hear the whole conversation. She continued. "No, I have him in the punishment corner, plugged top and bottom. No, not yet, but he'll find out next weekend. No, it won't be a problem, I'm sure if it. He already knows that bigger is better." My Cuckolding Begins At 5 o'clock on Saturday, Carol instructed me to change into my Victorian maid uniform. This very traditional 1800s period uniform was heavy as a result of the material used, but I thought the little mop cap looked cute on me. I was instructed at 6 o'clock to prepare Carol's bath. I bathed, shaved and toweled dried her. As she was applying her makeup, she told me to go and select some sexy lingerie and a cute dress for her to wear. I selected a very pretty thong and bra set, thigh-high stockings and a black dress. Entering the bedroom, I could smell her perfume and marveled at her cute body as she padded toward me wrapped in a towel. Instructing me to help her dress, I got on my knees as she turned away from me. I held open her thong as she stepped into it. My face was at her butt level, when she slightly bent over and instructed me to pay homage to her by kiss her ass. Spreading her cheeks open, I begin to French kiss her asshole and thanked her for the opportunity to serve her. Taunting me, she asked me if I knew why I was helping her get dressed. I replied that I hoped that we were going to dinner. But she crushed that idea and told me, that yes I was half right but that she was going to dinner and that I would be staying home to complete my chores. Then she begin to tell me what was happening: "Do you remember when we talked about the difference between Real Men and sissies?" "Yes, but I thought it was just us talking." I replied. "I know you did, but trust me, I was dead serious about needing a Real Man with a large cock to satisfy my sexual needs. Although I love you with all my heart, my pussy needs something more demonstrative, thicker, longer and commanding at times." I looked down toward the ground listening to her tell me she was taking on a new lover. Someone who would sexually satisfy her in ways that my expert tongue and penis could not. "Tonight, I will be having dinner with Mathew and then will be spending a few, well more than a few, hours with him. Soon he will be driving his big, thick shaft of a Man cock into me." She said taunting me. But I could feel the blood begin to rush to my penis as she was telling me her expected sexual exploits for the evening. She knew the effect that talking so sexually to me had and I think it was another way for her to exert her sexual superiority over me. "I want you to think of me tonight as you do your chores. Imagining my hot, wet tight pussy being stretched over this man's cock as I moan laying back and enjoy him. I want you to picture me sliding up and down on his big shaft, his hands wondering around my breasts, and then cupping my ass, making me feel like a pure woman." The following weekend I met Carol's mystery lover. I wasn't upset, more like resigned to the fact that she has a lover. I know that he's way better endowed than I am and that he brings pleasure to Carol that I can't-at least that what she said. He's a very nice guy though, I guess. When we first met, I was dressed in a uniform; this one was my hobble uniform. What I found surprising was his physical size. He must have been six foot tall and about 210 pounds of pure unadulterated muscle. Not a body builder but defiantly a man who takes care of his body. His large biceps clearly visible in his dress shirt. He fit the tall, dark and handsome mystic that women seem to enjoy. Compared to my 150 pound frame, this man was a goliath to me. The hobble maid uniform that Carol bought me runs the entire length of my legs beginning at my waist and ending at my ankles. It only allows me to take small maybe 4" steps when I wear it. I really am not a fan of wearing hobble skirts, particularly this one. Not because it restricts my stride but because the cheeks of my ass are fully exposed. I know that as I turn way wearing my Cum Fuck Me pumps (CFM's) and with my checks fully exposed sends the message to come and take me. At first when I met Mathew, Carol's lover, I was impressed that he was so charming. For he gave me two gifts. The first was a framed picture of him naked and signed with "To Cucky" signed Mathew. The second was two wallet sized pictures. One of Carol and Mathew having sex and one picture of a close up of Mathew's large cock. But that's where it ended, at the two gifts. I would soon come to understand way he's the dominant alpha male and I was the beta in this household. I didn't think it was that serious of a rule violation, I have been working hard around the house doing my chores. After putting the picture in my wallet and placing the picture of Carol and her lover on my nightstand by my bed in the maid's room, I heard Mathew yell for me. As I reported to living, I saw Mathew sitting in a straight back chair in the middle of the room. Carol was standing behind him resting on his shoulders licking his ear. They were both naked as I approached. Sissy, what is the meaning of this?" he retorted. Looking at the empty tube of lubricating jelly I replied that it was on my list of things to get when I go grocery shopping today. I expect you to manage this house much better. Come here he instructed me. Mincing over to him in my hobble skirt, he pulled me down across his lap. Laying across him like a little child, I felt anger at first but that would soon give way to the intense spanking he was about to give me. As I was laying across his lap promising not to let it happen again, Carol had walked from behind him to in front of him and started to take pictures on the digital camera. As he started to spank me he made me count every spank that he landed on my exposed and framed cheeks of my butt. I felt my cheeks warm as he landed spank after spank on each cheek. After about the tenth spank, he increased the intensity and I start to cry. During this time his calmly lecturing me on my role and responsibility in this house. Crying profusely, I felt him push me gently off his lap. I then found my self kneeling in front of him with my watery eyes obscuring my vision. But the felt him holding my head against his stomach between his spread open legs. Undoing my posture collar and letting it fall to the floor, I felt his cock was resting against my exposed neck as he comforted me and told me that discipline builds good character. With my head resting in his lap my face facing toward his right, he held my head with his left hand and then with his right held his cock. I felt him begin to rub the head of his cock around my mouth as hit began to get tumescent. I was still coming down from my crying fit, when he told me to open and open I did. I felt the head of his cock enter my mouth and listen to him tell me that this would help calm me down. That's when I hear Carol begin to tell me something that I had suspicions about. "You know during the last eight months of dating that I have never given you a blowjob honey. It's not anything that you've done or the size of your little penis. I don't give blowjobs to any of my lovers either. Although my pussy is reserved and available to my lover at any time, I just don't like taking a cock into my mouth. But you know baby, that a relationship is built on teamwork. Where one person sometimes has to pick up the slack sort of speak for the other. Honey, this is one of those things that one team member has to do to make a relationship work. Just like there can only be one wife in a marriage, there needs to be a cocksucker too." I felt Mathew force more and more of his hardening cock into my mouth. My tongue began to encircle the head and more of the shaft as he pushed himself into me. He spread his legs wider apart and positioned me to be directly in front of him. I reached up to hold his lengthening shaft, but was denied the use of them. I was told that I was not allowed to use my hands and that I needed to become proficient at sucking cock by just using my mouth. I heard carol remark that these photographs would like very nice on our blogg. I moaned and shook my head no. But she insisted that what's the difference if we keep a journal in written form or electronic. Mathew's me my head tight, each hand on the sides of my head. Sometimes he would hold my head still and face fuck me with his large, thick 8" cock. Other times he would guide my head up and down dictating the rhythm that I performed fellatio on him. As he drove his cock into my throat, I would on occasion gag a little, this appeared only to fuel his desires. As his bulbous head glided over my tongue, my perfectly round mouth providing the necessary friction around the length of his shaft, I knew he would be cumming soon. No longer where his large balls hitting my chin, but they tighten up. Moments latter I felt his cum splash against the roof of my mouth. In another humiliating moment, he grabbed a handful of my hair, told me to open my mouth wide, and began to jack himself off with his right hand. Glob after glob of cum shot from the head of his cock only to land on my tongue. While Carol recorded each and every spurt, Mathew drove his cock into my mouth one last time-for the moment at least. I knew I would be doing this more often. After releasing me, I was told to say thank you to Mathew and return to my chores. At that point, Carol and Mathew retired to the bedroom with instructions for me to have breakfast ready in the morning and served to them in bed. I returned to my chores and could hear the sweet moaning sounds of passion as Carol and Mathew had something that I have been denied over the last several months. I knew it had to be a very good sexual session, because the moans would crescendo and wither only to crescendo again an hour later. After finishing my chores, I knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I may enter, as I was getting ready to go to bed. Entering, Mathew was laying on his back with a sheet lightly draped over his flaccid cock. I transverse around the bed to Carol's side where she unlocked my heels. Curtseying, I thanked her and wished her a good night and went to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I went to my bedroom for the evening and was glad to remove my heels. My calves were killing me and I was glad to sit down and relax. I removed my dress and put on my nightgown for the evening. Little did I know the discussion going between Carol and Mathew. "Does sissy know about your plans?" Mathew asked. "No, but next weekend will be the signing ceremony. Clare and you will be witness to the contract." "What do you think sissy will say once the contract is read?" he asked "I think he'll be very happy and relieved that he doesn't have worry about the pressure." Carol remarked "Wow, you will really have a lucky wife." Mathew said "It's all in the training." Carol mumbled as she fell asleep. The following morning I donned my traditional black and white housemaid uniform and prepared breakfast for them as instructed. I was able to wear my four inch heels. Waiting for the carnal pleasure to dissipate in the master bedroom, I knocked on the door and asked if I could serve breakfast. After breakfast, as Carol and Mathew were having sex in the shower, I managed to layout his clothes and put fresh hot towels in their bathroom as they were soaping down each other. As Mathew was about to get dressed, Carol called me into the master bedroom for one more act of indignation. Upon entering, I saw Mathew standing in towel wrapped around his waist. Carol was dressed in a silk bathrobe. "Mathew is getting ready to leave and I would like you to help him before he does", she said handing me his underwear. Getting on my knees in front of Mathew as Carol was recording it on our DVD-camera, I was preparing to hold open his underwear for him to step into. Just then Carol interrupted me and said, "No, no baby, is that any way to thank a wonderful cock for the marvelous job it did all night long? Why don't you remove his towel and thank his cock out loud." Removing his towel from around his waste and letting it drop to the floor, and looking straight into the flaccid cock in front of me, I thanked his cock for all the work it did. I apologized that my little penis was not large enough, and was happy that it could do the job that I couldn't. As the last act, I kissed Mathew's cock on the head, and opened his underwear for him to step into. The following weekend, Carol organized a get together with her bride's maid and Mathew. As I was dressed most appropriately in my uniform, I answered door and invited Clare in first. I offered to get her something to drink and brought her to Carol who was in the dinning room. Next, the doorbell rang and I invited him in and showed him to the dinning room. I was wondering what this was all about, but figured it had to do with the wedding. A few moments later, Carol called me into the dinning room. All three where sitting on the far end of the dinning table across from me. In the only chair that was available I took my seat. Carol began to explain that we where going to work on the wedding plans, and that Clare and Mathew were here to help us. But first she wanted to get some preliminary paper work out of the way. Handing me a sheet of paper with a gold seal on the bottom, Carol began that this prenuptial agreement was a lot different than the traditional ones. In it outlined my roles and responsibilities that I would assume and agree to as a married couple. As I read the document it became clear to me that I would take the role as the traditional wife in our relationship. Second, that I was expected to perform the household chores as trained. Third, that Carol has, as head of house; make all decisions regarding money, roles and responsibilities. Fourth, that I would perform a name change. Fifth, that Carol has made the decision for Mathew to be my best man in the wedding. Sixth, consummation of the wedding will be performed by proxy. Seventh, Carol has selected Mathew as the proxy agent who will consummate the wedding in Kevin's place. On the wedding day, I prepared to get dressed. I was given a wedding lingerie of white panties, garter belt, seamed white stockings, and white corset. Adjusting my chastity belt I slipped into my tuxedo. Waiting at the altar for Carol, I noticed all the people attending the wedding. My best man was standing next to me as Carol descended down the isle-what a beautiful bride she made. The officiate of the wedding began and I repeated my marriage vows. I promised to love, honor, and obey-to forsake all others and strive to keep a perfect house and home. Carol promised to love, and train me until death due us part. Mathew handed me the ring and I placed on Carol's finger. Carol placed my ring on my finger. After attending to our guests during the reception, Carol and I finally retired to our room. We had a very nice suite that adjoined another. As we entered our room, I noticed that there was wrist and ankle restraints secured to the bed. Lying next to the wrist restraints was a white "O" ring gag and posture collar lying next to the restraints. I asked Carol what was this and her response was a gift from the maid of honor. I blushed knowing that she had set this up. Carol approached me in her wedding dress and began to undress me. I asked her why she was not removing her wedding dress and her response was that "we all have fantasies." As my pants fell to the floor, I asked Carol not go through the cuckolding on our wedding night. But she, in her nurturing way, reminded me that we have to complete this part of our marriage. It is important for us and for me to experience and make the journey. Picking up the posture collar, Carol stepped behind me and pushed me down onto my knees. Whispering that she loved me with all her heart, she secured the posture collar around my neck. With its rigidness and restriction, I was forced to look up all the time, unable to turn my neck left or right. I could smell her perfume and then came around in front of me, "Rise." she commanded. I stood up and she picked up the O-ring gag. Kissing me one last time, she held up the ring gag and opened my mouth using her index finger. It was warm and romantic to feel in her care. As I opened my mouth, she fitted the O-ring gag into my mouth. Securing the gag around my head, I heard the click of the lock as she secured it onto me. Guiding me, Carol laid me down with my head toward the feet of the bed. I was feeling a mixture of emotions-humiliation, happiness, excitement all rolled into one. Talking as she secured my wrists into the restraints, she reminded me that I have made the first transition into becoming a wife. The next was transition into a cuckold. She reminded me to have pride at being a wife and cuckold, as not all males can nor embark on their life's quest. This was my destiny she reminded me. After securing my ankles in the restraints, Carol moved to the inside door that divided the two rooms. Opening it, she said, "He's secured and ready for the next ceremony." I could hear her maid of honor and my best man enter the room. The maid of honor was setting up a tripod upon which I would later learn was a video camera recording the consummation. I could hear Carol and Mathew making out. The lifting of her dress made all the noise one needs to hear to understand that Mathew was removing her panties. As they manipulated each other's libido, I could hear the panting of the two as their sexual heat began to rise. I could see that Mathew was completely naked with a very hard cock bobbing and weaving every time he took a step or Carol let go of his manhood. At that point, Carol came over to the bed and got into a 69 position with me. Clare, her maid of honor, then entered and helped Carol position her wedding gown as to allow Mathew full access to her sex. I was helpless as Carol positions her beautiful pussy over my face. Looking up, I could see her sexual excitement in full blossom. Her pout lips, exposed clit and her excited sent. I could do nothing more than to extend my tongue up and lick her like she enjoys. "Yes, dear ummmm..." she said as I licked her pussy. From behind me someplace, I felt Mathew climb on the bed. His legs straddling my head as his large tumulus cock bobbed and weaved. The large mushroom head poised at the entrance of Carol's pussy. I felt humiliated and some remorse to know that I would never get the chance to have sex with my bride in her wedding dress. For tomorrow she would pack it up and put it away. I would be hung in a clear storage bag to consistently remind me that Carol will choose her lovers and that I crossed the threshold of being single into married life as a cuckold. As I looked up all I could see was Mathew's large chestnut sized balls and thick long cock. Just then I heard Clare ask, "Do you Mathew accept the role as Kevin's proxy, to consummate his wedding. I do, he responded. Do you Carol accept Kevin as your cuckold and for Mathew to consummate the marriage. Oh yes..." "You may now fuck the bride." She intoned. I watched helplessly as Mathew slide his big cock into Carol. Hearing the mewing sounds from Carol's lips as Mathew began to rock back and forth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, all I could do was watch in awe. His large cock stretching the walls of her pussy as her lips encircled is large round veined shaft. As my tongue reached up and licked her clit, I heard Carol respond positively and incessantly that I continue to lick. Back and forth they rocked in unison above me. Their copulation evident. As their love making continued, I could tell that Mathew was getting close to cumming inside of her. As he approached his orgasm, he moaned out loud that he was cumming. Carol reached down and held her pussy lips tightly against his cock as he began to cum. As his orgasm dissipated, Carol held her pussy lips tightly closed trapping all of his cum inside of her love canal. Climbing off the bed, Clare got a better angle with the video camera. Asking Carol "Do you Carol offer Kevin the fruits of your consummation" "I do." she responded. "Do you Kevin accept Carol's gift of her consummation with Mathew as a sign of obedience, love, and the sharing of this special moment? If so, lick Carol's thumb as a sign of acceptance." I paused knowing that her pussy would be filled to the brim with Mathew's cum. Just then I heard Carol say "just a little lick baby, just stick your tongue out and lick my thumb. Show me baby your ready to be my cuckold." I started to cry a little as the humiliation rushed over me. But hearing Carol's voice insisting that I continue I stuck my tongue out and swirled it around her thumb. I could hear Clare behind me say that this would be a perfect shot. "Ready, cucky." Carol asked as she released her fingers from holding her pussy lips together. The first drip of her lover's semen began to appear at the entrance of her pussy, its thick, white, glob forming in front of me. Unable to move my head to avoid it or close my mouth, Mathew and Carol's consummation gift flowed right into my mouth. As the first beads of cum entered my mouth, it sealed my fate and my status in our marriage. As Claire said "perfect shot", Carol leaned back and sat straight up. This put her pussy over my open wide mouth as I felt more and more of her lover's sperm roll past my tongue. As I begin to clean her up, I could hear her ask me how it tasted. She commented that it they were saving this up for the last several weeks just to make sure that I had plenty to eat. Smothering me with her beautiful round bottom, her checks split and cupping each side of my face, I tended to my duties and cleaned her pussy very well. Rocking forward and asking me if I got it all, Carol asked if I was ready for bed after such a long day. Handing my bridle nightgown, I went into the bathroom and changed. Returning, I saw that Carol had removed her wedding dress and had shut and locked the door. I prepared for bed as Carol went into the bathroom. When she exited, I could see that she was wearing a short white nightgown, but my eyes were drawn to her life-like dildo swinging obscenely between her thighs as she approached me. Sweetie, since you have been such a good cuckold, it's time to reward you for your diligence and acceptance of your place. I'm sorry that I can't unlock your chastity belt, but I hope that my alternative solution will do. You know that all wives get a nice hard cock on their wedding night. So you too will share in that wonderful feeling. Handing me a tube of KY jelly, Carol instructed me to get her ready for the other half of our consummation. I took the tube from her and began to apply the jelly to the long shaft. Laying me back, she had me hold my legs up such as a wife would do. I lifted them up and watched her position her cock at my anal entrance. Feeling the head of her dildo begin to enter me, she took her time with little mini strokes of her dildo. Slow in and out she would push and pull it, with each thrust going deeper and deeper. As she settled the entire length of the dildo inside of me, I was able to hold her and to feel the nice warmness of her cheeks. That's it baby; pull me into you, she said. Show me how much of a perfect wife you'll make, to love, honor and obey me-she continued. In and out she pounded her dildo as I relaxed more and more. I come to accept my position in her household and looked so forward to seeking what it would be like living as a wife. My mind wondered as fantasized about my shoes, uniforms, curtseying and the marvelous dildos that would find a new home. I imaged her in our bed with me secured underneath it in my sleeping bag as she rocked back and forth on her lovers cock. I thought to myself how I've finally found the woman of my dreams. My Domme who's the Matriarch. The one who was looking for a wife just as much as I was looking forward to becoming one. A woman who understands the depths that a submissive will go to please her, even to sign away the right to consummate the wedding to her lover-ensuring that I would be a cuckold.

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Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Clothesline Leather in Lawnville

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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The Murder of Sharon Weathers Slut Extraordinaire

My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Thea and Sam

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Pauline The Slut Part 32 Therese Humiliates Pau

Therese looked at the scene before her. Her father and brother naked, her grandfather’s cock sticking out of his trousers and her grandmother eating her mother’s cunt, both of us naked. Beth with the camera, filming. “God, the slut is only in the door and she’s gone sex mad.” she said referring to me. She went and sat on the arm of her father’s chair putting her arm around him and kissing him on the cheek. My father was now hard again. He pushed my mother out of the way and started to fuck me...

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The BarlowsThea

Three months later, the sound of laughter made Thea Barton look up. The now twenty year -old blond-headed beauty was in the living room reading when she heard it. Recognizing the voice of Uncle Dan, she smiled as she waited to see whom he was going to be with. When the laughter grew louder, she smiled. Ah, yes! It was Irene, her now very good friend! Uncle Dan seemed to prefer her to the others. Her being married seemed to make no difference to all concerned parties. Thea smiled to herself,...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS10E17 Ashley Mathews 29 from Newcastle Northern Ireland

This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...

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Love Lust For My Aunt Bethesda Part 8211 1

Hi, guys. It’s been a long time on ISS. I was away from the city. I hope you did like my other two stories(true incidents) which I had written. This is the next encounter I had with my aunt who was all alone and needed a little love for her. Her name is Bethesda and lived her whole life alone after her husband married another woman. I do have a lust for her and want her so badly. She is 45 years old and looks bomb. She got a good voluptuous body and looks like a brunette. As for me, I’m six...

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Becoming Anthea Part 2

My name is Anthony; I am twenty-two years old and live with my beautiful girlfriend Zoe. As you have read I have dark hair and dark eyes and I am clean shaven. Zoe is older than I am by a couple of years and is the driving force of our relationship. I am what many call a cross-dresser: a guy that gets great sexual satisfaction from dressing in women’s clothing.Of course, my girlfriend knows all about my cross-dressing. In fact, she encourages me to cross-dress. Once a week, generally on a...

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

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A Day in the Life of Dr Smithers

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Absinthe Dreams

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Watching Thea

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Enjoying Gunthers attention

I had met Gunther while attending a boring conference out of town.Of course my beloved hubby had not been there for sure.He was a young athletic Austrian guy, handsome and muscled. A real gentleman, but I felt he had a dark past and I wanted to know it…Now Gunther was in town and my hubby was out; so I agreed to meet him at a local pub, I knew it was not the sort of place I would normally go with a man on my first date; but I did not care about it…I decided to wear my tightest black leather...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

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Mrs Ethel HarrisChapter 4

Anna introduced Ethel to her father, Jonas Strong, when they met him in Wilsonville. Jonas was owner and manager of the bank and was a pillar of the community. He was surprised to see a woman dressed as Ethel was, but was completely taken by her when he found out that she had saved his daughter's life. He was impressed by any woman who had the gumption to be a gunfighter, and he was further impressed by the way she was armed. Jonas wanted to get to know Ethel better, so he and Anna stayed...

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Mrs Ethel HarrisChapter 5

Ethel developed a really great liking for Adam Strong in the week she spent visiting them. He did not exactly remind her of her dead husband, Archy, but he had a lot of the same characteristics that she had loved in Archy. His main attraction, though, was that he let her be her. Adam did not try to change her to fit some sort of "ideal woman" in his eyes. Ethel hated to leave at the end of her week's visit, but she knew that she had to if she was ever going to satisfy her vendetta against...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Thelma

Jake Peters and I watched the lady friends of Lynette Peters as they played cards at the kitchen table. Jake's comments about Betty, and how he wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with her, surprised me. Jake always dated girls around his own age. Betty was probably in her mid to late thirties. She was pretty, blond and sported a curvy figure. Not overweight, comfy would be the best description. I did notice that she was eyeing us up a bit more than the other women were.   But first a brief...

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Mrs Ethel HarrisChapter 6

The next afternoon, Ethel, Hester, and Anna rode into Wilsonville. Ethel had her horse, but the other two ladies were riding in a carriage driven by Anna. Ethel was planning to open her bank account and stay over to play poker, but the other two were going to do some shopping and return home in time for supper. They met Jonas for dinner (lunch to you damyankees) and had a very nice meal at the hotel restaurant. Of course, it was not up to what Hester could and would fix, but it was still...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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