Recent content by Princess Shawn

I watch you fall asleep. The fatigue from all that hot action must be setting in. My eyelids are getting heavy too and so I try to get off the sofa to find a bed, maybe some extra comfy pillows fit for a princess. However, my feet are still clutched in your hands the way a child hugs a teddy...

"Oh wow..." That is all I can say for now, my smile growing wider and occasionally letting a giggle or two slip out. You are very good at worshipping my feet, though clearly you are not keeping in mind how ticklish I am. I wiggle and clench my toes not to make it harder to keep them in your...

I gasp in surprise when you spew your white, sticky load all over my soles. I mean sure, you did give a warning in the form of your frantic screaming and groans of pleasure. Even if I did not pay attention to it, being preoccupied with keeping my soles on your cock while avoiding your wiggling...

"You asshole!" I managed to shout between fits of giggles. That first touch from your wiggling fingers caught me by surprise and made me withdraw my feet for a moment. The rest of the torture though brings shrieks of laughter, "Hee hee hee ha ha ha!" I am rocking on the sofa, my legs twisting...

I roll my eyes up and look at you in the eyes. Yeah yeah, I know I should not be this interested in you. After all, you did give me a rather humiliating welcoming party to this town that ended with a punch to your balls. It was the Super MariO. Not only did it give me one hell of a good time...

While you speak, I remain silent, but it is more about the embarrassment than anything else. So this guy saw everything? Even the entirety of my playtime with the vibrator? My face turned red in an instant. "You..." I struggle to get the words out when I recognize you, the man I had just escaped...

I pull a chair in front of the mirror. The Super MariO rests on my lap but I will not turn it on yet. I tear off a strip of microfoam tape, wide enough to cover the lower half of my face and long enough to stretch from ear to ear, and press it over my lips. Obviously, the lovely lady in the...

Well well, what do we have here? A selection of toys just for me. Wands, plugs, rabbits and dick-shaped rods clearly labeled according to their size. I suppose I can use a stress reliever, and one of the benefits of being in an empty town like this is that I don't have to pay for stuff in a...

(Gonna pick this one up where I left off...) I follow my car's tracks down that grimy dirt road. If I decide to hide in the circus tent, I should at least find some clothes first, and it looks like those old brick buildings at the sides of the road used to be shops. Some, such as the butcher's...

(In response to Volsung's post...) "How do you know I've already peed? Did you spy on me?" I ask my feather-wielding tormentor, though I am given no time to ponder that mystery. The feather resumes its gliding motions, this time on my clit. By now, my labia is swelling. Wetness is beginning to...

I watch you spread my pussy lips. I am breathing deeply now, breasts heaving slightly faster when you bring out the blindfold. "You are so cruel." I quip, "Now I can't see when you're coming at me with that feather, or where you're targeting next." The blindfold goes over my eyes and now all I...

"Hey, I like that shirt." I say to you, struggling with breasts swinging from side to side. I pull at the ropes holding my hands above my head. "And I am NOT a mere 34C." But when you approach my labia with feather in hand, I stop talking and hold my breath. The feather's tip makes its first...

My hands are free but I do nothing to stop you from positioning my legs in this... vulnerable, frankly quite humiliating position. There is some wetness between my legs, no doubt about it. "Volsung, stay the hell away from my labia." I say to you sternly, wagging a finger like a schoolteacher...

"HAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA! Enough! I've had ENOUGH!" I am rocking on my seat, hands clawing at the stocks. My clenched toes are held back, stretching my soles into a silky smooth target for more agonizing torture. Though you eventually switch to using your fingers, my laughter remains as loud...

It takes me a few seconds to stop laughing even after you drop the feather, and even then, I have a big smile on my face no matter how desperately I try to turn that forced grin into a frown and a glare. "Failure to communicate? What are you..." I cut myself off when I see the brush. My eyes...