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Joker14 said:
I know but I hate the word panties. It is such a sexual word in my eyes and when said in stores or by teens or older people in general conversation in real world situations it's weird to me. I grew up in England where people say knickers. Now I live in Canada and the word is said normally which I find odd as its such a sexual word. when I'm out and about in real life and people say panties Im like what? That's what my girlfriend calls them or what they say in porno's. It's literally like saying cock or cunt instead of penis or vagina. Lol. But it is being used in a porn story so I don't mind lol. I should just keep my musings to myself. :)
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I would hazard a guess that for any woman who attended an English school, the word 'knickers' brings to mind the dark blue serge variety. Substantial for gym. 'Gym knickers' And only slightly less substantial to be worn under a gymslip. Ekasticated at the waist and legs. A formidable barrier.

Male members of the forum may remember the saying By The late great Terry Wogan - thst they'cut off the circulation at the wrist'

Thank god for panties. Plain white cotton from M and S for me.
 
Gillian said:
The governor looks. Your men will be disappointed capitain. Get the fat one back on the whipping post, tits out.
I watch in horror as Chloe is half carried to the post and chained to it. Opposite Jane. Jane is sobbing as the men gaze at her breasts. Then the two men take up position, weighing their whips. Chloe cringes as the two whips snake towards her. One hits her right nipple the other her left breast just below the nipple. The whip bites into her nipple and blood spurts to a thin scream.
The second lash takes her right nipple right off, blood running freely. By the 5th her breasts are deeply cut. Woken with a bucket of water and they continue. Lash after lash. One sees an opportunity and a full force slaps into her labia.
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Pp is enjoying this Gillian and wishes that He could keep up but circumstances are what they are.

Always enjoy hearing a woman write of the impact of a whip on herself and others though Pp, personally, would never disfigure a woman's breasts as badly. Whip them? Mark them? Yes. But only enough for that precious flesh to be presented again another day :devil:.
 
Primus pilus said:
Pp, personally, would never disfigure a woman's breasts as badly. Whip them? Mark them? Yes. But only enough for that precious flesh to be presented again another day :devil:.
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Of course, Pp ! It does be only a BDSM'session, not a "massacre" !!!;)
But this story is fantasy and all is allowed in fantasy ...:rolleyes::)
 
As a relative newcomer I get the feeling that messaline has a starring role in many fantasies!! And rightly so!

Quite a number of years ago I had a perfect illustration of why French lingerie shops seem so successful.

I was in Lille with a man friend for a little hanky panky.

Just before going to lunch at a v nice fish restaurant, to my horror my blouse ripped down a seam. Leaving me a little exposed. I ducked into a shop and my paramour followed. As luck would have it was a quite upmarket lingerie shop. Two very well dressed and attractive assistants immediately took charge. One taking 'Sir' off to choose a replacement, returning with two possibilities - a white linen and a cream silk number. My torn blouse was whipped off in the shop and I had to parade in each for 'monsieurs' approval. Having chosen, the garment was handed to an assistant to be ironed while my bra was subject to critical appraisal. And found wanting. Sir was taken to find a replacement which was a cream lacy quarter cup. My old one was whipped off and I had to try on for sirs approval. Including bending so he could approve the view. Then the matching culotte was offered and installed - and my hem lifted for inspection. Then helped into my beautifully ironed new chemise. And again I had to parade for Monsieur. A couple of other gentlemen and two ladies were also asked for approval.

One of assistants looked at my now very prominent and aroused nipples pushing against the material and whispered something along the lines of 'et Madame est bien content aussdi'. With a salacious wink.

As we left she patted my bottom and said to Monsieur 'this little one needs a good fucking'

At no time was my opinion sought - it was all about pleasing Sir. It was all in full view of the window and other customers - of who there were many both male and female. But nobody was in the least concerned.

The bill was so large that it stretched his card to the limit and I had to pay for lunch. But boy was it worth it. I still have that blouse and bra - but sadly they seem to have shrunk as they no longer fit!

It was truly one of the most unexpected and erotic experiences of my life.
 
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Gillian said:
At no time was my opinion sought - it was all about pleasing Sir. It was all in full view of the window and other customers - of who there were many both male and female. But nobody was in the least concerned.
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Perfectly correct behaviour on the part of the sales staff. Such a pleasure to hear of staff so well trained both in the ability to assess the woman and to extract the maximum value from 'Sir' at the same time.

Sir is pleased and the business has maximised its profits. And Sir has enjoyed thoroughly fucking gillian. That gillian has received the good fucking she needed is beside the point. Sir is pleased!
Gillian said:
My old one was whipped off and I had to try on for sirs approval.
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gillian! A lesson to be learned. The correct recognition of your Master requires the "S" to be capitalised. It is Sir!
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Remember that!
 
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As soon as we arrived back at the prison I was raped by the guards assigned to our cell. In front of jane and the twins.

They hinted at what would happen on our penultimate day on this earth. To be told that we would not be damaged so badly that we would not put on a good show for the town was not reassuring.

And raped again on Friday morning. Immediately before being told the governor wanted me in his room.

I has hustled there by four guards. To my surprise an old aquaintance, Miriam Chandler was there. With her husband Rupert. He is the type to undress you with his eyes. Not that there was much need.

Miriam was dressed in an equisite gown as for a visit to the palace. Indeed the very one I had had made for the occasion last year. Her hair must have taken hours. She moved to kiss me, wrinkled her nose and thought better of it. I caught a whaft of expensive scent - which I know must contrast with my body. Still messsy between my legs from the latest rapes.

She questioned the govenor about the fate of the twins. Tut tutting that they were to be sold. 'Have them brought up immediately' she said. They are such gentle girks. Rupert and I will look after them - it's the very least we can do. She smiles. And looks at me in a way that makes me more aware of my condition. But I am so so grateful that the twins will be cared for in a good household. A huge burden lifted.

She prattled on about the social scene and common friends and acquaintances. And how Rupert had been promoted for services to the state and this came with a splendid new dwelling - then clapped her hand over mouth. 'Oh Gillian, forgive me. How crass. It was of course your residence until - well until.....'

But even better if the twins can return to their old home. In spite of everything my heart soared in relief. If some of my darling twins could be saved then I could endure...
 
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Gillian said:
As soon as we arrived back at the prison I was raped by the guards assigned to our cell. In front of jane and the twins.

They hinted at what would happen on our penultimate day on this earth. To be told that we would not be damaged so badly that we would not put on a good show for the town was not reassuring.

And raped again on Friday morning. Immediately before being told the governor wanted me in his room.

I has hustled there by four guards. To my surprise an old aquaintance, Miriam Chandler was there. With her husband Rupert. He is the type to undress you with his eyes. Not that there was much need.

Miriam was dressed in an equisite gown as for a visit to the palace. Indeed the very one I had had made for the occasion last year. Her hair must have taken hours. She moved to kiss me, wrinkled her nose and thought better of it. I caught a whaft of expensive scent - which I know must contrast with my body. Still messsy between my legs from the latest rapes.

She questioned the govenor about the fate of the twins. Tut tutting that they were to be sold. 'Have them brought up immediately' she said. They are such gentle girks. Rupert and I will look after them - it's the very least we can do. She smiles. And looks at me in a way that makes me more aware of my condition. But I am so so grateful that the twins will be cared for in a good household. A huge burden lifted.

She prattled on about the social scene and common friends and acquaintances. And how Rupert had been promoted for services to the state and this came with a splendid new dwelling - then clapped her hand over mouth. 'Oh Gillian, forgive me. How crass. It was of course your residence until - well until.....'

But even better if the twins can return to their old home. In spite of everything my heart soared in relief. If some of my darling twins could be saved then I could endure...
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But, can Miriam Chandler really be trusted?
 
Miriam looks at me. And how is dear jane? Of course we were all horrified at what has happened...... Of course justice must be done. I am sure you and dear Jane will put on a fine display...

Mary and Eleanor are brought to the room by the guards. Both are in their rough prison dresses. Hands tied behind backs. Miriam looks them over. I understand John stipulated they be sold? What price do you think they might fetch at auction, james dear? We will of course compensate the state for their losses. So the pretty girls do not have to suffer the indignity of a public auction.

The govenor, James, nods gracefully. That would be an elegant solution, milady.

Now, now, murmurs Miriam, perhaps you would have your guards have them dressed in a way more befitting to their station. At a signal from the govenor a female prison guard hurries the girls out. 'And please take them to the blacksmith to have those dreadful leg irons taken off.

She remembers herself. Here we are prattling away and poor Gillian is desperately uncomfortable. She calls the governor over. James, dearest, could you ask your men to help Gillian wash and bring her a chair so she will be more comfortable?

Two soldiers tip buckets of freezing water over me, and use a rough rag to clean between my legs making me gasp. Rupert and the govenor look at my breasts, nipples hardened by the cold water. She laughs lightly and pats Ruperts leg fondly.

'dear Rupert's one peccadillo has always been a fondness for whores,' she says, guilelessly.
 
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