Brilliance in education
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Posted:Apr 6, 2022 9:58 am
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“According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington recently was faced with a unique problem. A number of -year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of lip prints. Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers, and then there are educators...”
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Leaked photo from the new Slave University
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Posted:Apr 5, 2022 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2022 9:17 pm 2612 Views
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Apparently in the dorms,
sleeping position is the same
as the anal training position
Discipline earned during the school day
is also doled out before lights out
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Kim's third dream
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Posted:Apr 5, 2022 7:38 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2022 8:34 am 3470 Views
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DREAM 3
Kim stood in the shower allowing the hot spray to flow over her curvaceous figure. She hoped the water would wash away the torment in her mind, rinse away the clutter of conflicting thoughts, so that she could sort her thoughts concerning the previous night’s happenings. If they happened that is! The water caressed her body, cascading around her firm, full breasts as it flowed downward, running over her flat stomach, filling her navel and continuing on through her silky pubic mound, bathing her sex lips, until making its way down her shapely legs, to her dainty feet, and finally down the drain.
Later, she lay in bed trying to recapture the memories of what had happened to her the last nights. She struggled to recall every detail of the brutal, yet in the end ecstasy filled attacks on her body. She stretched her lithe arms over her head and gripped the bars of the brass, -poster bed’s headboard. Then she spread her eye-catching legs wide, stretching them towards the corners of the baseboard, also made of brass, just as she remembered being positioned the previous night.
Her limbs tensed as she remembered how tight the ropes had been and how movement had been allowed her. She closed her eyes and imagined the cords around her wrists and ankles. Excitement surged through her body, she moaned with the erotic thoughts flooding her mind as she rolled her head across the pillow. She pulled at the bars she gripped in her hands above her head, arched her hips into the air seductively and dug her heels into the mattress, relishing the sexual bliss she recalled at the conclusion of each prior assault.
But, suddenly, in her memory excitement turned to terror. She pulled her arms back to cover her breasts, crossing her forearms over her chest, hiding her hardened, and swelling nipples. Her legs snapped together and she bent her knees as she rolled to her side in the fetal position, protecting her sex. Hysterically, her eyes searched the room as she now remembered all the pain she had endured before she had been rewarded with the intense ecstasy that had followed the pain. Where, she wondered, did her tormentor come from?
Would it happen again tonight?
If it did, how would her body be bound tonight?
And, how would her body be used and abused tonight?
All these thoughts ran through her mind in an instant, as the violations she endured came to the forefront of her memory. She decided she mustn't fall asleep. Not tonight. She had to stay awake, had to find out where the attacking hands came from, and above all, be prepared to protect herself. She mustn't be caught off guard, tied and stripped before she could awaken from her sleep.
Hours passed, as she lay motionless, curled under the covers, trying to breathe steadily, to imitate sleep. her eyes were active, searching the room for any hint of the intruder of her nights. But, her eyes became increasingly heavy. She blinked and yawned repeatedly, trying desperately to remain alert, but before long she drifted reluctantly off to sleep, losing the battle to stay alert. She tossed and turned, moaning in her sleep, as her subconscious filled with darkness.
The blankets suddenly disappeared from atop her writhing body. The nightgown she wore somehow worked its way above her slender waist, exposing her moist sex. The shoulder straps of the gown slid down her arms, the bodice bunching around her waist, also leaving her round breasts bared, her hardened nipples exposed. Her arms were pinned beneath her back, her bound wrists under her soft, curved buttocks, the rope from her wrists pulled taut and tied off to the center of the footboard, preventing her from moving the mattress. In turn, each ankle was grasped tightly by a strong, rough hand. Each ankle was then encased in rope, and forced and back to the corners of the headboard, where the ropes were tied off. The position forcing her knees to bend in towards her chest and lifting her rear cheeks off the bed, accenting their perfect roundness and leaving her completely vulnerable and open to violation.
Thumbs and index fingers attacked her nipples, pinching and violently twisting in opposite directions. She tried to scream in pain, but sound, somehow, did not come forth. She felt an enormous penis, at what she thought must be full erection, drop onto her flat, now quivering stomach as her nipples were pulled savagely, stretching the delicate skin towards her bent knees, distorting the faultless roundness of her breasts. She writhed in tortured pain causing her damp sex mound to rub the penis resting atop her silken patch, encouraging the already monstrous cock to swell further.
She thought her nipples would be torn from her breasts at any second. And then she felt the throbbing soreness of her released nipples, her breasts regaining their beautiful shape and quivering gently as their full weight fell back atop her chest. Also gone was the monster cock that had rested and grew between her thighs, atop her pubic mound. She strained at her bonds, struggling desperately to free herself before the pain returned once more.
Her struggles ended and she grunted in shock-pain-pleasure when, by way of a single vicious thrust, the monster cock embedded itself deep in her moist pussy. She lost her breath from the force of the thrust and now struggled to catch her breath and accommodate the immense cock stretching her pussy. The cock receded until the engorged head remained, poised momentarily between her sex lips. It then rammed its way back into her, deeper than the first thrust, forcing her hips to slide the mattress, the rope from her wrists to the baseboard held her from sliding to the headboard and keeping her in place. Her wrists ached as the rope dug into her skin from the force of the last thrust, as the cock again slowly pulled its way back to her sex lips. She tried to catch her breath and brace herself for the next thrust. But it came too soon, so deep did the cock drive, so powerfully did it tunnel into her depths, so much did the continually swelling cock stretch her pussy, that she was sure the cock would burst from her mouth, having tunneled her throat.
The pace of the assault quickened. Fingers returned and pinched at her swollen, aching, hardened nipples, twisting them left and right, pulling them , then away from each other, then pulling them together until each nipple rubbed together to be yanked apart and tormented in another painful manor. All the while the cock pounded into her repeatedly and deeply, impaling her to the mattress with each thrust, stretching her sex lips until she felt her body would be split in . Friction burned her clit with each thrust, as the pubic bone above the cock bucked into it with each breath stealing thrust. Excitement coursed through her body and she lifted her hips as high into the air as she could to meet each thrust. Each time her hips were driven back down into the mattress, she thrust her chest out, inviting the hands that now squeezed her whole breasts like vices to do more to her. Her head rolled across the pillow, her hair lashing the air and tangling across her face. She pulled with all her might with her wrists and ankles, wanting to wrap her arms and legs around whoever or whatever was pounding the breath out of her lungs with each bone rattling thrust into her stretched and tingling pussy.
Inhaling sharply, her body tensed as orgasm crashed through her body. She screamed in ecstasy and awoke. The ropes were gone, no cock filled her dripping pussy. Her own hands clawed at her own aching breasts and explored her own pussy. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she lazily scanned the room, breathing heavily, gasping for air.
Had anyone been in the room with her?
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Economy Hitting Dominants Hard
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Posted:Apr 3, 2022 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2022 3:20 pm 2192 Views
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ALT CENSOR THERE IS NO HATE, WEAPONS OR MATERIAL IN THIS POST. IT'S HUMOR FOR GOD SAKES
Dominants selling off property left and right to pay bills
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Kim’s Dreams second
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Posted:Apr 3, 2022 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2022 8:34 am 2642 Views
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Dream 2
Kim was afraid to go to bed and close her eyes. She was afraid to relive the dream of the previous night. But, she also unexplainably wanted to have the dream again. She wanted to know who had taken her body and forced her to submit to a brutal, yet sexually gratifying assault that left her both terrified and in orgasmic bliss. Gradually her eyes became too heavy to keep open, as if some force demanded her slumber.
Sleep came slowly, somewhat reluctantly, and again, as the night before, it was dark and restless.
Somehow, the satin sheets disappeared from atop her trim body as if by magic. She found herself bound spread eagle to the -poster bed. Rope encased each wrist and was pulled taut to the head of the bed. Each ankle was stretched to the posts at the foot of the bed. No movement was allowed to her splayed, now writhing body, from the tension in the cords, except to her head, which she rolled left to right over her pillow. There was no sight, no sound, feeling. She fought the bonds that held her shapely figure immobile, struggling to free herself, to close her legs, to protect her sex from the unknown, but the bonds held tight.
She inhaled sharply as a finger snaked between the damp folds of her pussy's lips. It slid slowly from her anus to her sensitive clit, to disappear from her trembling body. The finger reappeared on her right nipple, tracing circles around the hardening bud, until it was replaced by strong hands pawing at each breast as savagely as the night before. Again, the hands gripped her round, soft flesh until she thought her breasts would explode from the pressure exerted by the hands. Long minutes passed in pain as fingers dug into her body, distorting the shape of her ample chest. Low moans of distress came from her throat as she fought to break free of her bonds and get away from the intense grip on her breasts. She sighed in relief as the hands left her body. But, the relief was short lived. Her nipples were grasped between thumbs and index fingers and twisted in opposite directions while being stretched and pulled high into the air above her chest, forcing her to arch her back off the bed in a vain attempt to ease the excruciating pain being inflicted upon her. The result being the pulling of her now aching nipples even further until she couldn't arch anymore and couldn't descend from the height her breasts had achieved through the arching.
Without warning, the hands released their hold on her nipples. Her body fell heavily to the bed, bouncing on the mattress twice before coming to rest, her breasts still quivering on her chest. She gasped as a tongue lapped wetly in the valley between her sore breasts. The tongue traveled over her mounds, coating her aching nipples in a slick sheen. The tongue bathed her chest in saliva, driving her to the edge of desire with its sexual caress, so different from the savage assault of minutes before. Too soon for her liking the tongue left her breasts. She arched her body into the air enticingly, begging for its return. Her efforts were not rewarded with the return of the soft tongue but the appearance of a large penis resting on her chin and lower lip. It nudged forward, pushing between her soft lips, as she recalled with fear the brutal assault on her mouth the night before. The penis nudged further until she opened her mouth wide in hopes of gently accepting the penis into her and avoiding any brutality, but her effort was futile. With lunge the penis thrust to the very back of her throat. She thought it might actually push down into her belly as she struggled to accommodate its size. The hands gripped her long, silky hair in tangled fists, lifting her head off her pillow as the penis pumped in and out of her throat. Her lungs cried out for oxygen as she struggled to breathe around its immense size.
Slowly, the throbbing, huge penis was dragged from her throat, over her tongue, and from between her lips. It slid slickly down her chin onto her chest and into the still saliva-coated valley between her breasts. The hands pushed her swelling breasts together, smothering the penis, still slick from her mouth, between them. The penis then began to slide slowly and down her heaving chest, tunneling between her slippery breasts. The thumbs of the hands flicked at her hardened nipples, bringing a groan of pleasure\pain to her throat. The pulsing organ slithered through her cleavage, caressing her skin at the same time her already hard and sore nipples were being flicked and rubbed roughly.
The penis pushed upwards now until it nudged her semi-parted lips, sliding away, down her chest before her tongue could dart out and find its swollen crown, already beginning to drip traces of semen. Its thrusting changed pace constantly, frustrating her efforts to catch it in her mouth or on her tongue. Her frustration manifesting itself in a sexual urgency as she came closer and closer to her own climactic brink.
Gradually, the thrusting became faster, more earnest as the head of the penis grew, its color darkening as blood pulsed through its veins increasing its size until she felt cum splash her lips, nose, and chin. The hands left her breasts as she opened her mouth wide to catch the spray of cum spurting over her face. hand tangled in her hair and held her head as the spewing penis plunged into her throat, drenching her tongue with cum and sending what seemed like gallons more gushing into her belly. The other hand reached between her thighs, a finger drilling into her pussy, the thumb rubbing rapidly over her now ultra-sensitive clit.
Her wrists and ankles jerked against the ropes that held her, her toes curled in ecstasy as she gulped torrents of cum down her throat and her orgasm exploded within her straining body.
Her surrender complete, she awoke. Her body doubled over, her own hands, free of any bonds, worked her sex into a frenzy. Her head whipped from side to side, tossing her long tresses wildly about.
But, again, she was alone in bed. The sheets kicked off the end of the bed. There were no ropes on her wrists or ankles, not even chafing where it should have dug into her satiny skin. No cum on her face or lips. She lay exhausted and sexually drained trying to understand.
Was it a dream?
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