WIFE, SIL, MIL Pt. 13

"Thanks, team. Um, brass, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need it up half a notch from bar 256, c'mon, it's the huge swell that we know the audience is going to love. Let's take it from bar 240." I raised my baton, and the orchestra followed my lead, "That's it, that's it, now, boom, and, excellent! Thanks again, everyone. We'll leave it there for today, please note I am giving you a five-minute early mark! Honestly though, what a start. I really am looking forward to working with you all and thanks again for your warm welcome, I think there's still some muffins in the break room, take them home for whoever." Placing my baton in its case, I scribbled some more notes on the music before gathering my scores and placing them safely in my satchel. I looked around the rehearsal space and smiled. Never would I have imagined I would be the conductor of a major state symphony orchestra in my early 30s. Mum still told everyone tha...

Kitten had hung up the phone and was feeling frustrated and upset. She and David had been out of sorts. Relationships weren't easy under the very best of circumstances, and to say theirs was an unusual one would be somewhat of an understatement. He was working many long hours and hadn't been able to stop by the cottage to visit for a few days. Kitten had been in Ross on Wye for about two weeks and she was getting into a routine of writing during the day and spending time with David as often as possible. It was a silly thing to get upset over and she knew she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't help herself. She had been taking a break from writing and chatting on the 321 site when she noticed Sir_D was on at the same time. She sometimes liked to hang out in the same play room he did to flirt and meet new people. Earlier that day she logged on and went to the room where he was and she noticed one woman in particular flirting with him quite explicitly. The green eyed m...

iMessage from Ashlyn St Pierre: hi With one simple text message she had shattered the illusion that I could go the rest of my life without ever thinking about her again. I hadn't spoken to Ashlyn St. Pierre in over five years, and it had honestly taken me almost that long to stop thinking about her... obsessing about her. I had, at long last, accepted the end of our three-year long relationship. She had been my only love and, truth be told, my only lover. And, like a shot out of the blue, she was back in my inbox. iMessage sent by you: Yes? I had agonized over my response to her text for the better part of a day. Should I ignore her message? Try to be friendly? Pretend I didn't recognize her number? The dozens of possibilities zoomed through my mind. However, each response that I considered made me seem either too eager to talk to her or entirely too bitter. I suppose that's what happens when the love of your life cheats on you, though. iMessage from Ashlyn St Pierre: how...

When I wake up I find myself tied down spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pink leather harness and pink latex panties with a plug up my ass and a gag in my mouth, master was no where to be seen and his stuff isn't here either. Momentarily confused I start to panic and I look down and see a folded card standing up on my stomach, positioned in a way that denies me the ability to read it. I then realise that my week with master has ended and this must be how he wants me to be found by my new master. I lay there, bound and helpless for a couple of hours, straining against my cage until I hear a car pull up. Moments later the cabin door opens and none other than Sammy walks into the bedroom. He drops his bags beside the bed, picks up the card and laughs a little while reading it and then just stares at me smiling, eyeing every part of me up and down before finally speaking "well sissy you have certainly changed a lot since our last little encounter. Enjoying your new lifestyle ar...

It is a truly infernal device. It held me in the position of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man...arms and chest secured to a stout frame; feet spread and secured to the floor. In thigh-highs, garter belt, bra, full makeup and chastity cage, I looked nothing like a man. A panel is before me at waist height with a quarter inch wide, five inch long, steel rod jutting toward my cock. Above, and parallel to the rod was a shaft with a three inch diameter plastic wheel that rested on the rod. Between my legs, secured on a base to the floor, is a compact fucking machine; hinged at the base; dildo tip in my ass just past my inner ring. The only place it has to go is in. She gleefully detailed the intricacies of her device as she removed my cage. Predictably, my cock hardened to its inadequate five inches. "You see," she explained, "at the base of the rod is a segmented ring of conductors...no, you won't be shocked. I'm using a spiked parachute on your balls and a stepper mot...

The next few days after doing the survey passed in a blur. My dreams were filled with sex scenarios. I'd wake up multiple times a night desperate to be fucked. I was so ashamed. I could only fall back to sleep if I masturbated. I was finding my orgasms less satisfying though. I wished I had a big vibrator to ram into cunt. One day, in desperation I found myself looking around my house for something to use. I tried a carrot but that wasn't very good. I cried after doing it. What was I becoming? The thoughts wouldn't leave me and after looking around I realized the handle of my lint brush would work great. The handle was somewhat penis shaped, if a bit small. Someone had given it to me, but I never really used the thing. I just didn't pay that much attention to my clothes. The first time I masturbated with it, I had the best orgasm I'd had in a while. I started using it a lot and it was better than my fingers but after that first stunning orgasm, I found it less sat...

Part 2 Double boned isn't double fun I woke up sore as sin. And had no idea how many horny guys screwed me that night. But I remember getting fucked in my pussy and ass at the same time. And my Fitbit read five miles. Shit, I'd fucked five miles of hard dick! Then I noticed some guy in my bed. He climbed up, rubbing his prick on my pussy. I made him bring me coffee first. I'd always fuck for coffee. After the morning screw, I walked around the passed out guys, trying to find my clothes. I found a football jersey, slipped it on, and called my mom for a ride. As soon as I got in the car Mom yelled, "Ginger, where are your clothes and shoes? And young lady, are you even wearing a bra or panties?" I shook my head. "Dammit Ginger, sex is more than Stick goes in Hole." "No mom it's... Stick goes in Hole—Stick fucks Hole—Then Stick tells the other Sticks, that Hole is a Whore." I laughed. "Then all the Sticks fuck my Hole!" Mom threw m...