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[berseh] The To-Do List 24

BREAKING NEWS

..We interrupt the course of your favourite « Meet The Champions » show to report on the latest development about the dreadful abduction of the French- sorry, Monegasque- actress and partner of Rob Cloosling. Jon?
Jon? Do you hear me?"
« Thank you Hanna. I’m here in front of the Cloosling’s mansion where in an amazing turn of events the police have just arrested our former colleague Lydia Cloosling! Our bewilderment can only be matched by that of world famous movie star husband Rob Cloosling, seen here in the background presumably calling his lawyer.
The police have refused to comment but our microphone was able to capture Mrs. Cloosling's shocked words of innocence as the detectives were busting her for being the alleged commissioner of the European actress’s kidnapping and horrendous captivity. This is a voice that every one of our dear MTC viewers will no doubt recognize. Careful, the sound isn’t perfect:
« ..ible! You’re making a big mistake! I know the judge, he’ll have you fired! I’m totally innocent! I have nothing to do with that dumb slu.. »
She was then taken away in the police car, apparently quite agitated. That's it for now Hanna."
« Well thank you Jon. This unexpected instalment has certainly shaken our team here. It goes without saying that- Mrs. Cloosling being effectively found guilty has nothing to do with our company and.. it’s time we show our faithful telespectators the document filmed earlier this morning in North California where our colleague Maha and crew were able to catch the enlightening moment when Justice hit.
Maha? Maha, we're with you."
"Thank you Hanna. We are here in the confines of the Charcoalfellow forest. Alerted by an anonymous call we were fortunate enough to reach the very well concealed house where the French -sorry, Monegasque- actress has been supposedly violated, chained, kept naked, tortured, collared, her breas.. »
« Ok ok Maha, please let’s get on with the document you filmed this morning: »
«Arrhmm, yes sorry Hanna. Arhmm.. erm.. In the latest development of one of the biggest display of how twisted and fierce competition can be in supposedly glamorous Hollywood, we at MTC have been able to follow the police to the lair of the individual presumed to have tortured, abused and otherwise profanated the young French- sorry, Monegasque- actress who plays an important role in a big production led by Rob Cloosling. The police, apparently confident of their case, have surrounded the house where the actress was supposedly whipped, bound tight, violated, forced to-"
"Okay okay Maha please the facts. Just the facts."
"Sorry Hanna, erm.. The suspect Mister Zacchary Snowflake, is apparently best known in the underground circles as Zack the Moderator. He is a low-level thug who until now was not known for crimes this big. The alleged violator seems to have been totally surprised by the sudden arrival of the FBI team assisted by Steffensville deputy sheriffs..
As the detectives, following a short resistance took him away from his well-hidden house we were able to record the alleged torturer's vehement protestation before he was shoved into the police car:
« -bip bip-! That’s not gonna bip happen! I know the bip Judge Laspe, I’ll make a bip deal with him! bip! No way I’m gonna bip pay for that bip bip bip who couldn't cover our bip bip business. What a bip idiot! Couldn’t she be a little bip more careful? These bip bip from bip television bip are all bip! »

THE END
*could this really be the end?........................................................................................................................................................Zack is Back!
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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 1 Half an hour, on the dot

Stories of Nakano Ishida

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MARCH.-
Half an hour. On the dot. Then he will stand up and leave. Without a word.
The money is on the table, next to the wine.
Our rules are simple. Written down. Signed and sealed.
Don’t talk to him.
Don’t look at him.
Then some details about the wine, and the act we have to perform.
Once, after a month or so, Kelsey looked at him, for a brief second.
For which he withheld a quarter of the money. Kelsey never tried again.
I added a blindfold anyway.
My silk glove hits Kelsey’s beautifully rounded buttocks. Again, and again.
An irregular rhythm, to keep her unaware, while the warmth of her skin penetrates the glove.
I cannot show my own arousal yet. But it is growing.
A few minutes to go. Kelsey is touching herself, her nipples erect, the drool from the gag now continuously flowing.
Involuntary I adapt my slaps to her body movements.
The moment her contractions pause.
A quick glance at the clock. A sharp pull on the leash. Kelsey’s body starts to tremble.
Spasms going through her legs. Her moaning is long and slightly muffled.
Her fingers keep moving, until her hips stop their spastic movements.
Half an hour. On the dot.
I strongly feel the need to release as well. My legs tremble, my lips crave for attention.
And after the door closes behind us, she is the only one around.
I watch her face on the bench, her breast heaving as she inhales.
But I am not done.
I pull on the leash, dragging her to his chair. Well, technically it is mine.
Then I remove her ball gag and take away the blindfold.
The leash is long enough to wrap it around my waist and back through the collar ring.
She won’t be able to leave until I am done.
Both satisfied, we finish the wine. No words are spoken…yet.
“Next week?” I ask. And she nods.
I take some of the banknotes and hand them to her.
She smiles. Her index finger on her lips.
I know, I promised not to tell him about the money.
After all, he is my patient. And Kelsey is his wife.
Nakano, sex therapist.

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 2 T.E.T.

APRIL.-
I watched her face closely. Her expression, her body language.
And above all, her reactions to the touching of her skin, the moistness when he entered her,
and her erect nipples when the other one folded his lips around them, one by one.
She was ready. Maybe one more session, before letting her go.
A simple nod from me was enough to send the men away.
Leaving the woman behind, who was still breathing hard.
Rocking her body slowly to the rhythmic moves she followed a few moments ago.
For a few minutes, I kept watching her. Until she landed from the erotic cloud she had been on.
Her fingers trailing the fluids he left, slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs.
My fingers trailed the same fluids, caressing her swollen lips.
She held her breath; because she thought it was over. And it was.
I walked around and made her suck my fingers clean.
Sensing her tongue between my fingers, stirring my own reactions.
I quickly abandoned the thoughts and opened my eyes.
She blinked when I took the blindfold away. Licking her lips, before looking up to me.
I should not have wiped that drop from her lips, letting her clean one last finger; a moment of weakness.
“You did well. Please leave your cheque at the desk when you leave.”
I pushed her towards the dressing room. My secretary will book another session for her.
One of those sessions I really like; a sensual erotic vibe coming from all participants.
And me?
I am allowed to watch. To observe those bodies, the touching.
I can imagine the sensations of the men playing with her, taking it slow, building up the tension, until…
My thoughts linger when my last button doesn’t come off quick enough.
But then I am ready. Naked, the way I was born.
I toss the door to the men’s room wide open and return to the couch.
Just before I put on the blindfold, I see a glimpse of the men approaching.
Big, virile. And ready for action once more.
I am not used to being the client; giving away control is not that easy…
My body reacts to the powerful throbbing between my breasts.
When I feel that tongue at the top of my crack, hot and wet, I surrender.
And abandon my urge to stay in control.
No need for instructions, they know what to do.
T.E.T. Therapy Efficiency Testing
Nakano, sex therapist

 

[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 3 Three is a crowd, four is fun

NOVEMBER.-
My clients are usually from around here; rich, famous, eager to be in the spotlights.
Unlike my present client. All the way from Europe. Known as @berseh, but I will call her B, as she requested.
A complete list of demands and desires, it surprised me she had not made the script as well!
The first thing I would have abandoned, of course.
Our first meeting had been quite informative; a European model, and into acting too.
Seeking to be subbed and humiliated. One non-negotiable demand; nothing is to be made public.
She did not have to fear for that; my cloud-based archive at DA was impeccable at keeping secrets.
I invited her for a session just before lunchtime.
She had some experience. The moment I ordered her to take off her clothes, she lost her posture, and followed my orders.
I added the ball gag sooner than expected; to be silenced this abrupt, added to her feeling of being submissive.
It facilitated some quicker preparations too.
I should be indifferent, but adding the blindfold and pulling her head back by her hair, did trigger some emotions inside me.
Once she was immobilized, we started the session.
I had a script to follow. According to the therapy I had worked out for B.
But when she was in front of me, begging with her eyes, prior to the blindfold, I improvised the start.
Standing in front of her, I lifted my dress and pushed her face between my legs.
The ball pressed against my clit, while her saliva wetted my panties.
Wetted my panties more, I should say. The sound on the corridor stopped me; they were early.
I informed B the office cleaners arrived early and left.
Well, actually I opened the door to let them in, and sat in the corner with my notebook.
Her body language said it all; first she tried to listen, then her body tensed, when the men started their conversation and she realized how close they were.
She couldn’t see them; her blindfold prevented it.
Two male cleaners stumbling on a nude, immobilized woman. Verbally expressing their admiration, discussing on what to do.
She obviously was not ready for that scenario.
Like a caged bird, she tried to free herself. I nodded when they gestured at her, wanting to touch her.
She tried to scream, but the gag stopped it.
The screams turned into gasps, then into moaning as their silicon gloves explored her body and inspected her sex.
Obvious erections, those two. I did not blame them for trying. But I declined their begging for using other body parts than just their hands.
We call them ‘hired hands’ for a reason. ‘Keep your pants on!’
She was moving her body frantically; trying to remain being touched.
Trying to find those hands back that caressed her.
Interesting.
Improvisation. Isn’t that what actors love to do?
Besides, I was wondering what made her react this way, and tossed away my script.
I took two spare gloves from the cleaning cart and undressed in front of the wondering men.
A finger on my lips kept them silent, a wave of my other hand made them lower their pants.
I was not totally unaffected by the sight in front of me. Making a mental note to hire them again some time.
One of them kept caressing B, while I explained the other what my intentions were.
By hand signals only, of course. His eyes opened wide, not believing his luck, but he went to work anyway; taking over the exploring of B.
The other one only smiled. And why not? He did have a pleasant task ahead of him.
I covered my gloves in oil and took my position behind her. Extending the explorations already done.
Becoming more intimate as one of the ‘cleaners’ started exploring my body.
Taking the short way; my breasts, nipples and anything between my legs.
I nodded to the other, as long as I was still having my sanity.
He took position in front of B, removed her ball gag and instantly replaced it with his erection.
There was a short hesitation that I sensed with her.
Then the wiggling started again, now accompanied by the slurping sounds from the front.
There was a glove on my vulva, rubbing my lips, rubbing my clit. But I did have a client to attend to.
A client, who now welcomed my fingers inside her, pushing her mons towards it, within the confined space of movements she had.
My other hand temporarily left her body and reached backwards.
Guiding what I needed very badly at that moment between my own legs, my own craving hole.
…
I invited B to another session; multiple orgasms are usually not happening in my sessions, and it made me lose control.
I was able to wave away the two men, but the session made it too difficult to restore my composure towards my client in time.
It’s on the house. This time.
Nakano, sex therapist

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 4 Sex addict

NOVEMBER 2.-
I feel like a prostitute. An expensive call girl.
There is money on the cabinet next to the bed.
The way he wants it. It is in fact my fee.
No words, no goodbye. The door closes behind him.
I am trying to gather my thoughts, scribble something coherent on my notepad.
Before taking a shower, and asking my assistant to transfer my office back to ..
Well, basically back to an office. With a therapy corner. For my next appointment.
He’s showing progress. Being more active in doing his part.
Not only come in and drop his load, but actually prepare me for it.
Synchronize our moments. Reading my signals.
Still I have to be careful; he needs to keep his stamina, and his eagerness.
Lose his addiction, but keep his willingness.
Not only for me, but for his wife too.
After all, she was the one sending him to me.
A thought enters my mind. I write it down.
And shiver when it translates into images in my mind.
The music must still be on my computer.
So is Big Willy, in my top drawer. I need both.
I cover myself with the duvet, while the music starts.
Big Willy hurts a bit, even though it is a match for his’.
I need to time this correct; move with the music, climax with the music.
Ignore the monotone humming and sense the vibrations.
Willy slides smoother now, like the violins I hear.
It’s gonna be a race against the tide, so to speak.
Spartacus, a suitable name for my athlete.
Halfway the music, the waves hit me, shaking my body, shaking my world.
I stay underneath the duvet, and listen to the rest.
Waiting until the waves are no more than a cabbling brook.
He’s not cured yet. I want him in a session every other day.
Nakano, sex therapist
MUSIC (Aram Khachaturian - Spartacus - Adagio): https://www.youtubePOINTcom/watch?v=of5ebCY5__Q

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 5 Handy work

MARCH 2020.-
A taker. Spoiled by his good looks. The ‘long-haired-stud.
With a wake-up call, after another girlfriend left him so soon.
Some intelligence left, I guess, when he came looking for my therapy.
But I am not supposed to make this kind of uneducated guesses; we’ll find out.
I kept my expression professional, but on the inside I smiled. Such a fine-looking man.
A pleasure to do business, sir.
His hesitation to be strapped onto the bench. My sturdy impatient look.
The challenge started immediately. I took my time to study his anatomy.
Impressive.
I remember his words when he came to me. “I want to change.”
Well, put your money where your mouth is.
Figuratively of course; his money was on my desk. And I needed his mouth for the therapy.
The rules were simple. Like basic psychology for a child, reward the good things, punish the bad.
Why do these machos all flinch when I put on my silicone gloves? A perverted mind perhaps?
The only clients who smile when I put them on, male clients that is, are gay. Or kinky.
My hand trembled when I poured the oil. It missed its target and dropped on his belly, finding its way further down to his chest.
I am good at acting; apologizing, while my hand followed his strong muscular body.
'Moisturizing my glove'.
‘Wiping the oil’.
“Yeah baby, give it to me.” His famous last words. I stopped stroking his erection and looked at him.
“You remember the rules?” He squinted his eyes, trying to remember.
Time to refresh his memory.
No need to remove my panties; there weren’t any. Preparation, the sign of a true professional.
I silenced him. It took a few seconds though, before he remembered.
And his tongue started to move.
Slowly at first, then speeding up. My hand moved too, as a reward.
He stopped, I stopped. He moved, I moved.
The ending was not satisfactory. At least not for me.
Ok, he made me come like crazy. But it made me move my face too close to my handy work.
His load landed in my face, unexpectedly.
Maybe I am not the professional I though I was.
At least not in knowing when ..
I saw his smile, even though he tried to hide it, when I wiped my face clean.
He will know what I thought of that. Next time.
When his tongue cramps up, in a double-length session.
Nakano, sex therapist

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 6 The safeword

APRIL.-
Due to the circumstances outside, this session took the longest time to prepare.
Not only needed my client to be quarantined first, so did any of the participants.
But in the end, it was well worth it.
The client was anxious. A quarantine period after her cruise and the lack of what she was craving the most.
Controlled. In the correct dosage.
And guess who controls it.
First, she needed to surrender to me. Give me the control over her.
Which was relatively easy, once she was hauled up in the net, with only one person to be able to stop it all.
Me. At least, that was what she was thinking.
Her eyes showed her trust in me. But even so.
“You know the word, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Tell me. What is the safeword?”
She smiled; she hadn’t given up control.
My glove slid into her mouth, pulling her jaw down, tickling her tongue.
“You lost your tongue? Want me to stop right now? You know the rules.”
This time she shook her head. Even with my fingers still in her mouth, she blurted it out.
“Beerbug!”
“Fine.” I nodded at the first in line, already in position.
Her breath stopped for a moment, when he tore the net.
To change into a more familiar moaning sound at his next move.
Once they were working a steady rhythm, I had to attend to the men in line.
Sanitizing themselves was fine with me, but the creaming part was my job.
Someone needed to make sure they stood to attention.
And I was in control.
Nakano, sex therapist

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 7 Lockdown

MAY 2020.-
Lockdown, bad for business.
While I consider my job an essential one, people seem to think otherwise.
But, improvising has always been a good thing. One of my talents.
The client I contacted, had this craving for outside sex. But the ‘forced’ kind.
She had some reservations at first, but I convinced her, the lockdown is the ultimate timing for an outdoor session.
Maybe even the only opportunity possible!
Deserted streets, and two paying clients. What else could I wish for?
Of course, my male client had a relapse in his rehabilitation process, but not something a taser can’t fix.
He was definitely up for the task. And easy to control.
There was a disturbing factor though. It seems a lockdown does not prevent people from looking outside and call the cops.
How about just admiring the scene? We’re all wearing protection, right?
Speaking about protection, it did take some persuasion to have the cop leave the scene.
A small sacrifice for the cause. And when I say small, I do mean small.
The interlude made me miss some essential moments and impressions during the session; they were already working on the next phase.
I may have to have a one on one session with my male client.
Just to have a personal experience of the initial phase. To see his progress.
Of course, my torn clothing will be on his bill.

Nakano, sex therapist

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Tanuno's note: Nkano's narratives begin months before the pandemic and take place in the first years of the pandemic.
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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 8 Mistress

APRIL 2021.-
Lockdown, bad for business.
It has been almost a year since my last session. Business has been slow.
So, while this was not exactly a therapeutic treatment, I decided to accept.
The client wanted her spouse to get used to a mistress.
My job? To hire the mistress, take notes, and discuss the outcome.
Improve his role in enjoying having a mistress.
“Don’t you touch my husband, hire someone!”
And I cheated. Can you blame me after all this time?
The CIO from Mistress Tracking Consolidated advised me to save some money;
mistresses were hard to find during the pandemic.
He was right.
“I will be sitting in this chair to observe and take notes” I told him, while he reluctantly stripped.
“Instructions from the mistress” I said, seeing his hesitation.
I cuffed him and hoisted up his arms. “Don’t worry, call out when you need me.”
Then I blindfolded him. Probably his scariest moment.
Not that he could object anymore.
I made sure to make him hear my notebook, rustling the pages, before I opened and closed the door. And lowered my voice.
“This is him?” I pressed my nail into the skin of his chest. “What’s your name?”
“Tim.”
I pulled the chain so he had to be on his toes, balancing. His nipple pinched between my fingers. “Tim .. what?”
“Tim, mistress”.
“Good. Then this must be little Timmy.”
I lifted his penis. He held his breath. Was I too hasty?
I pulled his head back by his hair and moved closer to his face.
“How is little Timmy going to please the mistress, Tim?”
Little Timmy, still in my hand, went from childhood through puberty to adulthood in a record time. Like Tim expected something like that.
I held his cheeks and squeezed. “You should be on your toes around me, always.”
“And Timmy ..“ I squeezed my other hand until Tim flinched, “better not be spilling his guts on this lady’s carpet here.” (I am the lady, in case there are any doubts.)
With still ten minutes on the clock, I needed Tim out of here. Playing with Tim turned me on too much and his position was not very efficient. For me at least.
I made the door trick again and silently went back to my seat. Rustling pages, making sure I finished myself while watching Timmy go back to little Timmy.
He needed another session. I needed another session. Horizontally.
In two days, on schedule.
At least I saved myself some money.

Nakano, sex therapist

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[tanuno]

[MTC] Nakano diary 9 Twins

SETEMBER 2021.-
“Leave! Just .. leave.”
I saw the worried look on my assistant’s face. But I needed some time alone.
“Reschedule the next appointment. That’s all.”
When the door closed behind her, I felt the adrenaline fade away. The rollercoaster from the last - what was it - an hour and a half, finally came to an end.
From my chair I looked at the torn clothes in the corner. The memory of that first moment made me shiver. Again.
The twins. Two successful brothers trying to get rid of their bad reputation. Well, this first session didn’t help much.
There was a tension the moment they stepped into my office. Primal, sexual.
Fifteen minutes into the session I made a mistake. Actually the second mistake of the day.
The first was early in the morning when I decided not to wear a bra. Then the second one when I came around my desk and sat on the edge in front of the twins.
Unaware of my nipples pushing the fabric of my blouse. They exchanged glances and I was too late to react.
A well-oiled machine. They knew exactly what to do. Archie or Steve, I could not keep them apart, ripped my blouse open, and used it to pin my arms against my back.
His other hand pressed on my mouth, preventing to call for help. His brother pulled my skirt down and ripped away my panties.
I felt his tongue between my legs. My back was hurting, pressed against the wooden surface of my desk, with my head tilted backwards.
One of them squeezed my nipples. Which one? Did it matter? He kneaded my breasts before sinking his teeth in my hardened nipple. His hand muffled my cry.
It shouldn’t happen, not like this, but my orgasm came too quick. Too obvious as well, stimulating the two to continue. Did they rehearse this? Practice? Experience?
He lifted my legs and I stopped breathing for a moment. He was big. Instinctively I wrapped my leg around him, only allowing him a short back and forth movement.
I focused so much on the sensations in my lower body that I forgot to scream when Archie .. or Steve removed his hand from my mouth.
When I finally thought about it, he already pulled my head further backwards and filled my mouth. He was big too.
Then I lost myself. Twice.
It was quiet. Apart from my panting and the sound of the two men dressing. I felt the sticky substance on my cheek. And the numbness between my legs.
I could only watch while trying to catch my breath.
One of them wrote a check and dropped it on my desk. Then they left.
I got myself a gown from the office bathroom and returned to my chair when my assistant barged in. Wondering why the session had ended premature.
She watched my clothing, my desk, and my face. Shocked at the sight of it all. I held up my hand to interrupt her.
“Reschedule the next appointment. That’s all.”
I opened my gown. The teeth marks around my nipples, the red blotches on my breasts. They had a rough time.
I closed my eyes and tried to evaluate the events in chronological order.
My fingers slid between my legs, slowly moving around my clit.
Twins. I might as well enjoy the evaluation too, right?

Nakano, sex therapist

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[tanuno]

[andreyok] Toilet games

A young beauty is doing a live stream from toilet for her husband, showing how she's having fun with another guy.

 

[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 33

(Clearly intending to make the most of his opportunity, Jake strips off his waistcoat and shirt and takes up his position to the front and right of the horrified Kate.)

To Kate's horror, her bloody-bandaged nemesis wasted no time in taking the cruel whip from Bart, gripping and re-gripping it repeatedly, while his heartless, piercing gaze ravaged her glorious, stiff-nippled breasts, the smooth outer slopes of which had already felt the savage bite of the leather lash.
And indeed, with her wrists shackled high above her head, a more delicious pair of targets than Kate's superb breasts could hardly have been imagined. Ripe and round, with boldly pointing pinkish-brown nipples, they "were such stuff as {a sadist's} dreams are made on."
"Honey, before I'm done with you, yer gonna wish you'd been nicer to me," Jake snarled, as he doubled up the leather whip and scraped it across the proud-thrusting tips of Kate's breasts to fully sensitize her pleasure nuggets.
"What're you waiting fer, Jake?" Sheriff Slocum muttered while Jake continued to saw the stiff edge of the whip across Kate's pouting nipples.
"Don't rush me, bro!" Jake replied. "This purty little filly ain't goin' nowhere -- and neither are these boys!" he bellowed, gesturing toward the townsmen who had assembled to witness Kate's comeuppance. "Are ye?" he roared to the crowd.
"Hell, no!!" yelled most of the men in the crowd as Cactus Dan thrust a virile fist into the air.
"Teach her good, Jake," Dan exhorted him. "But take it nice and slow. Ain't none of us in no hurry!"

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[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 34
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[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 068 (Jack's POV)

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 067 (Meets Jack's Friends)​

From Jack’s point of view, Gimpi had betrayed him.
It was months ago now, but it still seemed fresh. He had returned home early from a business trip to surprise her, but the surprise was on him. He had found her being fucked in the arse by another man, in his own bed.
He threw her out, of course. She had begged and pleaded and eventually he let her come home, but he told her things would need to change. She would need to be held accountable for her actions, and that accountability would need to come in the shape of harsh and protracted punishment. Her physical pain would need to redress the mental pain she had inflicted on him. And Gimpi had wholeheartedly agreed.
The trouble with all that was Gimpi being an utter Masochist, and no matter how brutal, how humiliating or how degrading the punishment may be, Jack always knew that she was actually loving it. Not to mention the fact that the more he punished her, the more it alleviated her own guilt feelings.
This all made Jack even more angry. For as much as whipping her arse was a great release of anger, he knew that killing her would be the only way to really satisfy his need for revenge. But murdering Gimpi would not fly, for Jack still loved her, and thankfully, that would always stay his hand. He could not permanently scar her creamy smooth skin, let alone kill her. And besides that, spending the rest of his life in prison was not something the rational part of his mind could allow. In some ways, it seemed to him that Gimpi actually had all the power in their relationship.
Jack deeply loved Gimpi and she knew it. But he vowed to himself she would never hear those three words pass his lips - and that he knew was only torture that she would never be able to enjoy.

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 069
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[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Rosie Makepeace Meets the She Wolf

“Wait! You’re not going to torture me with those filthy instruments!”

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[tanuno]

[Emmeran] Service

 

[llermito]

Novaksus Grand Entrance

 

[llermito]

Novaksus Grand Entrance 2

 

[llermito]

Novaksus Grand Entrance 3

 

[llermito]

Novaksus Grand Entrance 4

 

[tanuno]

[berseh]

Three years after the To-Do list ...................................................................................Zack is Back!​

[berseh] The To-Do List 24​

« Three years after the sensational arrest of former anchor Lydia Cloosling who commissioned what is known throughout the world as the « To-Do List » case ,after the kidnapping and atrocious sexual abuses French actress B-
« Monegasque, Hannah! »
*giggling* « That’s right, Jon: Monegasque! «
« You know she always insists on-
« Absolutely Jon. We all remember how actress berseh was snatched and submitted to awfully sick, pervert sexual indignities by a hitman who made her endure insane punishments".
"And all this because Lydia Cloosling discovered the Fren- Monégasque- actress was having an affair with cast partner Rob Cloosling, Lydia’s husband".
"Fear a woman's wrath, Jon!"*smiling*
« The details of the atrocities were devastating, Hanna. That a woman wanted this inflicted to another woman baffled millions of people.
"Absolutely Jon. And now, three years after the facts! One week since the highly covered trial started we hear the hitman, Mr. Zachary Snowflake whose own trial ended last year with a 30 years without parole sentence has been summoned to testify in court.»
« His appearance is certain to catch the attention of the world. Will he describe honestly how he ravaged and humiliated the French ac-«
« Monegasque Jon, Monégasque! *Laughter*. Monaco might be a tiny country, today it has the attention of global media »
« That’s right Hanna: No doubt the convict will try to minimize his own role in the rapes and deranged practices. He'll be insisting on our former colleague's insane perversity. »
"MTC News will obviously follow the trial and keep you all informed"

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