Tied Up Tuesday 23 July 2019
This week's Damsel in Distress is of a delightfully tied brunette in her black bra, panties, suspender belt and patterned stockings, nicely gagged with a large red ball gag.
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20 July 2019 POW
This week's image is of you beautiful wife sending you a picture of what she is wearing to encourage you to finish work early and get your ass back home to be with her.
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If this is your image and you object to it being here, please let me know and I will remove it promptly. However, I'd be delighted if you would allow it to remain here and I'd love to link to your current site.
Where are you?
Where are you my Master?
The one who will put me in a corner
Where are you my Lord?
The one who will make me wear a collar and leash to train me
Where are you my Master?
Who will leave on my skin red marks in a shape of your hand?
Where are you my owner?
Where are you, who will treat me like his property
I am dying to find you to be your pet and your puppy
I have no will, no desires but your desires, I have no taste in clothes,
so you will have to choose and throw me clothes to cover my shame
I live to serve you
I exist to please you
How we deal with Burglars
Steve was a prolific burglar whom the local police knew about but had never managed to catch in the act or prove his criminality was the bane of the town. Things were about to change!
Steve had been watching the old guy for a few days now and had worked out when the house would be empty and today was the day when he would see what the old guy had stored away worth nicking to sell to feed his drug habit. Regular as clockwork the old feller went off for his morning walk so Steve slipped around the back of the house and soon had the patio door off it's tracks and he was in the house.
Steve was quickly disappointed as there was nothing worth nicking downstairs, even the flat screen television was old and nothing special. Perhaps before he left he would kick it in just for the hell of it. Steve made his way upstairs and found a computer room come home office, a bedroom with books and no jewellry so the final bedroom beckoned. The one where the blinds were always drawn day and night, stopping Steve seeing what was in there. Perhaps there were some valuables hidden in here.
Monica Loses Her Memory
Monica Loses Her Memory. (A Touched by an Angel fanfic).
I do not claim Monica, Andrew or Tess as my characters, I'm just borrowing them and receive no income from doing so. All copyrights are freely acknowledged and respected.
"Miss Wings, the Father has an assignment for you." Stated Tess, a large elderly black woman with silver highlights in her mainly black hair.
"Oh Tess, what is it, do you know who needs our help?" Monica said, quite excitedly with a lovely Irish lilt in her voice.
Damsels In Peril
I have been in touch with the owner of Damsels In Peril website and he has let me have some custom content for here. Check it out here. One great thing about the Damsels In Peril site is that even the free images are of a good size and high quality.
