The plot, a guy can’t sleep and goes out for a midnight stroll past a graveyard. The moon goes full and at some witching hour, all the corpses come out of their graves. The tombstones all have laudatory little scripts. Here lies Mabel Jones, beloved wife and mother. Here lies Cedric Goodfellow, the children wept at his passing, yadda yadda yadda.

Use the “Fantasy” tag if you are not actually Queaning. Improperly tagged posts will result in a 1-week mute and then second offense a ban. You were already awake when I came into the room. Sat up in bed. Looking a little tired. Almost get lagged. I walked behind them and got into the elevator. You know that there is always an awkward silence in the elevators. No matter where in the world you live, it will always be like this. This was no exception. I had entered last and, therefore, I got in my car and drove off to work. I got the usual traffic on my way. I hate traffic and I’m sure everyone would say they hate it too—who doesn’t? Once I got to work, I found out that a new person was coming to assist me and my coworkers with a current project we were working on. I gathered with everyone to greet her. Her name was Elizabeth. She came to work here with us temporarily. They said she’d be here for a week or two. I shook her hand, gave her a friendly smile, and said,

I understand and agree to abide by the standards and laws of my local community, state and/or country. I understand sexually-explicit material depicting bondage, s&m and other fetish activities is allowed by the laws governing my local community, state and/or country. Do not post or comment with anything that is illegal or not yours if you are claiming it as Original Content. You MUST tag the OP in the comments or you will be banned. Sex workers are welcome here, but do not promote you services. The members have been quite clear about this. After I shower and dry off I go the bed and their is a note telling me to put on a pair panties, I am deeply embarrassed my heart in pounding in my chest as I put your soiled panties on, I am feeling deep shame and compliant acceptance at the same time. You enter and say,’ you look ridiculous, I love it ! However, there is something missing.’ I thought in my head ‘Damn it! She’s right!’ I got up to take a shower. Before I entered our master bathroom, I turned to her and said,

I agree that photography and video depicting persons being penetrated by objects such as vibrators or dildos is not obscene or offensive in any way. In addition, I do not believe that such material could be considered obscene or offensive. After I shower and dress my head and heart are pounding with feelings of lust, shame and compliance. You show me to the door and remind me that I begged for this and now I should be careful what I wished for and I will be painfully aware of who is in control and how pathetically inadequate I am. You ask me what a reasonable number would be, I say, ‘ten, Mistress’ and you reply, ‘twenty it is then.’ I count out each carefully aimed hit of the crop and you deliver them without saying a word. When you finish you look very pleased with yourself and tell me to thank you or you will start again.You tell me I will clean your shoes and they better be perfect but first you need your uniform. With that you produce a short frilly apron and tie it round my waist. You laugh as you say,’ you make a good bitch maid. You look ridiculous.’