“I would like that. Such a good daughter you are, Leveria. Such a wonderful girl.” “Yes,” I mused, BDSM clinically grabbing her nipple, and injecting her once more, “I suppose I am.” The next morning, Mother walked into the square. The hateful mob roared as one entity, merciless and vengeful, wanting nothing less than death. To them, the woman that had once been the beloved matriarch of their nation was now a traitor and a whore, not fit to sleep in the Bondage outhouse of the seediest Bentius brothel. They never questioned what they were told, or why they were told it. In truth, they didn’t care. They just wanted to see a royal brought to their level. Though Mother was flanked on both sides by guards taller than she, her dress was covered in thrown filth by the time she made it to the scaffolding. I was there, my hands held solemnly before me, my princess’s tiara adorning my head for the last time. When she ascended the steps, she made eye contact with me, and a subtle smile creased her lips. I returned it gay with an imperceptible nod. The magistrate held up his hand for silence, spanking and the crowd hushed. Then, before the mob in the square, before the nobles in their balconies, and before the king in his tower, Mother confessed to my lie. She did so with glassy eyes, staring vacantly into the distance as if she wasn’t even there. I doubted anyone else noticed the violet tinge to her sclera, nor the way her thighs rubbed together beneath her bulky skirt. When she was finished, she bowed her head, awaiting the magistrate’s judgement. My magistrate, as it were. “Death.” He said. And for one last time, I got to see the look of utter surprise fetish and horror cross my mother’s face. Then they put the black bag over her head, and the noose after it, and without any ceremony, they dropped her. The rope went taut with a snap, and Trenaria Ternias Tiadoa swung limply and dead before the roaring crowd. In their frenzy, I doubt anyone noticed the silver plug shoot out of Mother’s skirts, and bounce into the shadows below the scaffolding. I sat upon the throne. Glendian unenthusiastically read the scriptures, father pridefully placed the golden crown on my head, and the crowd cheered. I smiled, and raised my hand for silence. I’ve never been a great orator, so I elected for a brief speech instead. Father had advised me to play to my strengths and conceal my weaknesses, so my first address was simply a by-the-numbers proclamation of the strength of the Highlands, how we would overcome the threats, we would come out of this greater than ever, yadda, yadda, yadda. My first action as queen was to make Glendian burn his journal. Coach Rod chuckled as he pushed himself off the desk and moved around to sit in his chair. Yes, yes right there." Normally, Jenny would be upbeat and happy, much like Sonja but without the hyperactivity. Melissa continued to watch in excitement as the thrusts from the dog had slowly stopped. So if you will please come with me I will get you washed.” Please.” Lucilla ripped off her blouse, moaning, “I'm soaking my panties for you, Fina.” Feeling his lips on my nipples which were hard and ready. She looked back and winked at me as her skirt fell back into place. Don't be late. At least someone liked me for myself, even though they weren’t gay the right one… I breathed in and out a few times before beginning. I lay there and gave my morning wood a couple of slow strokes and smiled to my self as I thought back to the quicky sex I had before going off to sleep. I can see micro-spasms twitching up her abdomen as her body savors the feeling of my length statically throbbing inside her. We lay on the bed facing each other and continued kissing. Considering that, Noémie decided that if they so chose to, the pair of them could probably tear her in half. It inundated my thoughts with the pleasure. But you were just so sexy laying with me, I had to take advantage of the time. The boy made me kind of nervous and also pretty BDSM horny. My hands were pumping it into my fetish cervix as I had several uncontrollable orgasms, orgasms I never had with my husband. Ashley locked fingers with her and rode out her orgasm, moaning wildly. She said she would help. Did you enjoy?” “So much maa, your pussy tasted sweet and your moans are so sexy!.” I looking at her with lustful eyes said. Another day and my pussy was yearning. Jill and Ernest lived three blocks away and we all got together once or twice a month for a BBQ. I checked out her ass. With his hands gripping my side harder, he began thrusting in and Bondage out of me like a jackhammer. After the Burger, spanking we (Jon) decided to head for home where Jon decided that it was time for Vicky to have her punishment for trying to give him the Blowjob in the dress shop. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in.”