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We are a happy couple, who like to share our kinky side, we are in a d/s relationship that grew from our everyday relationship. She is called pet he is daddy. We have skype and msn but the cam is only ever on if both of us are there, all messages are saved so we can see what's been said,
We don't show our faces so please don't ask, feel free to submit suggestions or pics!

Our skype is pet.Sophie
Our msn is slave_Sophie@hotmail.co.uk

11th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Anything goes with 32 notes

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11th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Colonel Sparky's Shop of Enchanted Treasures with 7 notes

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11th October 2011

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wiscoman:

OK, shutting it down for the night. Back for more tomorrow.

wiscoman:

OK, shutting it down for the night. Back for more tomorrow.

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11th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Colonel Sparky's Shop of Enchanted Treasures with 16 notes

wiscoman:

Andrea, meet Sabrina. You two will be having a lot of sex with each other tonight.

wiscoman:

Andrea, meet Sabrina. You two will be having a lot of sex with each other tonight.

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10th October 2011

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9th October 2011

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7th October 2011

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eenslaved:

Alice baby-sat for the Chastains’ four-year-old son, Danny. The Chastains were a young, handsome couple with many social engagements. In a week, she was sometimes called over to their house two or even three nights on separate occasions.Danny was a sweet, shy child, content to play by himself and be read to, and Alice never minded babysitting him. She secretly thought Mr. Chastain was especially good-looking compared to anyone else, teenager or adult, in her acquaintance. Her friends at school were very jealous that she got to see Mr. Chastain so often.
One night, Mr. Chastain returned home early and vanished into his study. When he came out, he explained that he had been called back home to resolve a last minute issue that had come up at work, and his wife had decided to stay at the party. He chatted with Alice about her senior year and where she would be going to college. She told him she was worried because she hadn’t interned at a law firm or anything like that over the past summers, and had no recommendation from an employer.
“I would be happy to write a letter for you, Alice,” said Mr. Chastain. “I am sure my word would carry a bit of weight. It’s all a matter of writing these things, you see. When you take phone messages for me, that becomes ‘managing my social engagements.’ Much like a personal assistant would do.” He smiled at her. “How would you like for your duties to be expanded?”
Alice looked at his tanned hands and strongly handsome face. “Oh yes,” she agreed eagerly.
“Now then.” Mr. Chastain sat back and patted his leg. “Why don’t you come sit a little closer and let me explain.”Alice’s heart was racing, her breathing growing moist and shallow. She slid over on the sofa and eased herself onto Mr. Chastain’s thigh, hard beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She folded her hands demurely in her lap, her legs dangling between both of his. 
Mr. Chastain curved one hand around Alice’s hip. The other softened to her breasts through her dress and squeezed first one then the other as he smiled down into her blushing face.
“There, there,” he said softly. “Aren’t you a dear. Aren’t you sweet…and obedient, yes? A good personal assistant is very obedient to her master.” 
Alice nodded shyly, unable to tear her eyes away from his beautiful face. His hand felt like it was burning a brand into her skin. He squeezed harder, making her breathless and squeeze her legs together.
Mr. Chastain inserted the tip of his finger into her mouth, forcing Alice’s lips to part around the blunt digit. “Suck,” he ordered.
Alice complied and watched his eyes narrow as he smiled with deep pleasure. “Very good, Alice. You’re already taking very good care of me. Now I will take care of you.”
They went upstairs together, walking quietly past Danny’s room, and then up into the attic. The attic was a spare room with a sloping ceiling and just two windows, one on each end. It ran the entire length of the house, so it was very large, though the narrowest part where the ceiling met the walls was very low, and there were boxes pushed there. Mr. Chastain had her sit on a stool while he arranged a large mirror in front of her and pulled the dropcloth off it. She started to panic when he brought out coils of white rope, but he shushed her.
“I didn’t quite finish all the work business, and I’m expecting a call. So you will wait here like a good little girl for me.”
He wrapped rope around Alice’s calves, just above the knees, and over her thighs, tying her to the seat of the hard little stool. Rope went around her small breasts, making them bulge out and thrust against her dress. Rope was tied around her elbows, and he forced her to bend forward, and then taped up her hands. When he was all done, she was terribly uncomfortable and a little bit in pain.
His eyes were shining as he looked at her and rubbed the front of his pants. 
“Please, Mr. Chastain,” Alice gasped, struggling to look up at him. 
Frowning, he rummaged again through one of the boxes and brought out a rubber ball, which he put into her mouth after warning, “Alice, I will leave you here for an hour instead of the thirty minutes my phone call will take if you don’t behave. I can’t have you waking Danny.”
He blindfolded her, and that was that.
Thirty or maybe forty or maybe even an hour later, he returned. He removed the blindfold but left the gag in, and let her sit up a little. He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open, tearing is so the ripped fabric hung trapped in the rope still, but her bra was visible. He pulled the cups down and bent his head, suckling each nipple. Alice moaned behind her gag, her discomfort forgotten. He was making her feel so terribly good.
“You are sweet, a sweet, sweet dear,” Mr. Chastain praised. His thumb and index finger captured each bud in hand and began to tug and turn them on Alice’s chest. 
Alice rocked on the hard stool, shaking her head as she groaned loudly. Mr. Chastain gave each nipple a firm, business-like pinch and then released her. He held up a small basket of wooden clothespins for hanging laundry. He laughed softly into Alice’s face.
“Yes, sweet, dear Alice.”
An hour later, Alice’s face and chest was flushed bright red. Her lips were an angry red too, and her face and hair was sticky. Mr. Chastain was naked now, and kneeling in front of her. He had just gagged her again and was once again concentrating on her breasts when Alice, dazed, heard someone walking up the attic stairs.
Barbara Chastain stood in the doorway. “Simon, how long have you been playing with the babysitter? The poor dear looks quite exhausted.”Her husband, intent on decorating Alice’s breasts, didn’t look over. “Quite some time,” he agreed casually, eliciting another terrified squeal from Alice as he lowered another wooden clothespin to her breast. “If Danny is down for the night, why don’t the two of us enjoy her?” 

eenslaved:

Alice baby-sat for the Chastains’ four-year-old son, Danny. The Chastains were a young, handsome couple with many social engagements. In a week, she was sometimes called over to their house two or even three nights on separate occasions.

Danny was a sweet, shy child, content to play by himself and be read to, and Alice never minded babysitting him. She secretly thought Mr. Chastain was especially good-looking compared to anyone else, teenager or adult, in her acquaintance. Her friends at school were very jealous that she got to see Mr. Chastain so often.

One night, Mr. Chastain returned home early and vanished into his study. When he came out, he explained that he had been called back home to resolve a last minute issue that had come up at work, and his wife had decided to stay at the party. He chatted with Alice about her senior year and where she would be going to college. She told him she was worried because she hadn’t interned at a law firm or anything like that over the past summers, and had no recommendation from an employer.

“I would be happy to write a letter for you, Alice,” said Mr. Chastain. “I am sure my word would carry a bit of weight. It’s all a matter of writing these things, you see. When you take phone messages for me, that becomes ‘managing my social engagements.’ Much like a personal assistant would do.” He smiled at her. “How would you like for your duties to be expanded?”

Alice looked at his tanned hands and strongly handsome face. “Oh yes,” she agreed eagerly.

“Now then.” Mr. Chastain sat back and patted his leg. “Why don’t you come sit a little closer and let me explain.”

Alice’s heart was racing, her breathing growing moist and shallow. She slid over on the sofa and eased herself onto Mr. Chastain’s thigh, hard beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She folded her hands demurely in her lap, her legs dangling between both of his. 

Mr. Chastain curved one hand around Alice’s hip. The other softened to her breasts through her dress and squeezed first one then the other as he smiled down into her blushing face.

“There, there,” he said softly. “Aren’t you a dear. Aren’t you sweet…and obedient, yes? A good personal assistant is very obedient to her master.” 

Alice nodded shyly, unable to tear her eyes away from his beautiful face. His hand felt like it was burning a brand into her skin. He squeezed harder, making her breathless and squeeze her legs together.

Mr. Chastain inserted the tip of his finger into her mouth, forcing Alice’s lips to part around the blunt digit. “Suck,” he ordered.

Alice complied and watched his eyes narrow as he smiled with deep pleasure. “Very good, Alice. You’re already taking very good care of me. Now I will take care of you.”

They went upstairs together, walking quietly past Danny’s room, and then up into the attic. The attic was a spare room with a sloping ceiling and just two windows, one on each end. It ran the entire length of the house, so it was very large, though the narrowest part where the ceiling met the walls was very low, and there were boxes pushed there. Mr. Chastain had her sit on a stool while he arranged a large mirror in front of her and pulled the dropcloth off it. She started to panic when he brought out coils of white rope, but he shushed her.

“I didn’t quite finish all the work business, and I’m expecting a call. So you will wait here like a good little girl for me.”

He wrapped rope around Alice’s calves, just above the knees, and over her thighs, tying her to the seat of the hard little stool. Rope went around her small breasts, making them bulge out and thrust against her dress. Rope was tied around her elbows, and he forced her to bend forward, and then taped up her hands. When he was all done, she was terribly uncomfortable and a little bit in pain.

His eyes were shining as he looked at her and rubbed the front of his pants. 

“Please, Mr. Chastain,” Alice gasped, struggling to look up at him. 

Frowning, he rummaged again through one of the boxes and brought out a rubber ball, which he put into her mouth after warning, “Alice, I will leave you here for an hour instead of the thirty minutes my phone call will take if you don’t behave. I can’t have you waking Danny.”

He blindfolded her, and that was that.

Thirty or maybe forty or maybe even an hour later, he returned. He removed the blindfold but left the gag in, and let her sit up a little. He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open, tearing is so the ripped fabric hung trapped in the rope still, but her bra was visible. He pulled the cups down and bent his head, suckling each nipple. Alice moaned behind her gag, her discomfort forgotten. He was making her feel so terribly good.

“You are sweet, a sweet, sweet dear,” Mr. Chastain praised. His thumb and index finger captured each bud in hand and began to tug and turn them on Alice’s chest. 

Alice rocked on the hard stool, shaking her head as she groaned loudly. Mr. Chastain gave each nipple a firm, business-like pinch and then released her. He held up a small basket of wooden clothespins for hanging laundry. He laughed softly into Alice’s face.

“Yes, sweet, dear Alice.”

An hour later, Alice’s face and chest was flushed bright red. Her lips were an angry red too, and her face and hair was sticky. Mr. Chastain was naked now, and kneeling in front of her. He had just gagged her again and was once again concentrating on her breasts when Alice, dazed, heard someone walking up the attic stairs.

Barbara Chastain stood in the doorway. “Simon, how long have you been playing with the babysitter? The poor dear looks quite exhausted.”

Her husband, intent on decorating Alice’s breasts, didn’t look over. “Quite some time,” he agreed casually, eliciting another terrified squeal from Alice as he lowered another wooden clothespin to her breast. “If Danny is down for the night, why don’t the two of us enjoy her?” 

Tagged: bondagesex slavesubmissivevintagemaledomdominant/submissivedominant

Source: eenslaved

7th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Colonel Sparky's Shop of Enchanted Treasures with 28 notes

wiscoman:

Someone appears to be having a good time.

wiscoman:

Someone appears to be having a good time.

Tagged: bondagetitsgaggedfrogtiednipple clampsPetal Benson

7th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Colonel Sparky's Shop of Enchanted Treasures with 13 notes

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5th October 2011

Photo reblogged from Diary of Desires with 298 notes

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5th October 2011

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5th October 2011

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tearmaker:

“Funny, with that gag in your mouth you look exactly like the rubberdoll behind you.”

tearmaker:

“Funny, with that gag in your mouth you look exactly like the rubberdoll behind you.”

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5th October 2011

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splendiferouslysexy:

Where do I sign up?

splendiferouslysexy:

Where do I sign up?

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5th October 2011

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3rd October 2011

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badgrrl:

please….!

badgrrl:

please….!

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