Discipline – Page 5 – Pixie Isobella

Molly’s Cage: 14

‘Stupid girl,’ my boss said. I flushed as he squeezed my other breast and a warm gush of milk spurted out of me, landing on his hand. Mr hunter licked the milk off his skin, smiling like a satisfied cat. ‘My very own milkcow,’ he said. ‘And your udders are so big, Molly. What a…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 2

‘Every woman needs a date,’ my cousin said firmly. ‘I don’t know why I have to explain everything to you like this, Abigail. Remember everything I’ve said Abigail. I know you get oddly contrary sometimes, but the men here won’t hesitate to discipline you…’ Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 1

I had no idea that my cousin’s wedding would be an orgy of brutal breeding sex. I didn’t know that I would be ravished again and again by the men of the bridal party. No-one told me that soon I too would be a bimbo, a sextoy obedient to my master’s every whim… Abigail meets…
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Molly’s Cage: 13

‘Can you feel the pills working?’ my boss asked amused. His fingers were squeezing one of my nipples teasingly between his finger and thumb, while his fingertips ran back and forth across the sensitive tip. He had been doing this for so long tonight that the nipple felt raw and over-stimulated, and I wanted him…
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Ella’s Initiation: A free-use submission erotica

‘Your dominant will get you naked. You will give him blowjobs. You will ride his dick. He will each want each of your holes, in turn. All your holes.’ Ella still can’t believe she’s signed up for initiation into a BDSM free-use club. But when she steps into the car of the man who will…
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Molly’s Cage: 12

‘This is humiliating,’ I said, hating how my voice sounded petulant. ‘I’m meant to be doing my job. N-not…’ I broke off and my boss smoothly filled in the gap. ‘Yes, you are meant to be doing your job, aren’t you, Molly? That’s what started this in the first place. Your inability to keep your…
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Molly’s Cage: 11

‘If you were a good girl, well behaved, and modest,’ said my boss smirking at me, ‘we wouldn’t even be here. But I think we both know you’re not, don’t we? You’ve demonstrated pretty comprehensively over the last couple of weeks how slutty you are. Sluts don’t get to choose which men look at them,…
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Molly’s Cage: 10

All I could think about was my fantasy of Mr Hunter pushing me forward over his desk, snarling at me to pull my skirt up because he needed to discipline me, and then feeling his thick, hard shaft pushing uncaringly into me, forcing me to take him because I needed to be taught a lesson.
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Molly’s Cage: 9

‘Good girls don’t display their breasts like this. Good girls don’t like being touched like this.’ My boss fingered my nipple between finger and thumb, his eyes meeting mine with laughter in them. ‘Good girls don’t lie on their backs letting men touch them. I guess you probably are just a slut, aren’t you?’
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Molly’s Cage: 8

‘N-no, please,’ I said, driven to speak finally. ‘I c-can’t. Not a second day!’ Mr Hunter was implacable. ‘Yes, you will,’ he said sharply. ‘You’ll wear the chastity belt as long as I choose, Molly. Until you can convince me that you’re no longer a slut.’
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