Fiction and opinions about BDSM, kink, sex and love
I am bent over at the waist. He is behind me. I am wearing purple satin and black mesh knickers, leopard skin shoes, a black satin quarter cup bra with my breasts spilling out, and the happiest of smiles. He has been caning my tits, and the flesh is pink where they swell out of…
He has a thing for the professional- looking woman. I work in an office where jeans, t- shirts and DM boots are perfectly acceptable attire, but he’d like me to wear smarter clothes to work, something a little more ‘dress- for- the- job- you- want’. I have never been smart; I am the opposite of…