TellyGunge

[...] and Carol. They had no idea we like to role play alter egos. My husband suave and debonair Oliver Wolf, and me the sultry vixen Caroline Kronos. I was well practiced in getting my hair and make up [...]

[...] for this to be about Carol and Ollie spending some time together, and let Caroline Kronos and Oliver Wolf have a little break. Not that this stopped us getting to the resorts best restaurant anything [...]

[...] manager, but here he can put on a tailored suit and shirt and become the dashing and debonair Oliver Wolf. Me, I can stop being Carol, the regions third best performing insurance sales person, and [...]

[...] . Caroline Kronos though isn’t the sort to just lie down and let things happen though (unless Oliver Wolf is involved) so I had a plan to do something about it, even if it meant leaving behind the [...]

[...] ’d both dressed up for the evening, Bad Attitude had put on a frilly shirt and waistcoat, while Dead Ringer was now sporting a leather corset top and a pair of designer glasses, and had styled her [...]

[...] many of them outside of the conventions. In fact next month we’re invited to Bad Attitude and Dead Ringer’s (or Marvin and Patti’s) anniversary party. Verona and Sorrento (or Nicola and Tom) are [...]

[...] we made a more noticeable group now, but because quite a few people who knew Bad Attitude and Dead Ringer stopped to say hello. Bad Attitude opted to stay with the group, or more specifically Dead [...]

[...] some time to order some lunch from services, during which a new pal I’d met earlier called Dead Ringer popped around with one of her other Slave friends to join me over lunch time TV. I did ask what [...]

[...] back to those who’ve been following, and to any newcomers welcome. Where have you been? Me (Caroline Kronos) and my husband (Oliver Wolf) have been having a great weekend at a wet and messy fetish [...]

[...] and instead was wearing a black satin robe that was decorated with dark red roses. Not that Caroline Kronos was worried about modesty, but she wouldn’t give away what she could trade for the finer [...]

[...] the mess and smell off me, because Caroline Kronos would never go around smelling of alcohol. Coming out of the shower I was as fresh as a daisy, [...]

[...] was happy for this to be about Carol and Ollie spending some time together, and let Caroline Kronos and Oliver Wolf have a little break. Not that this stopped us getting to the resorts best [...]

[...] done stuff with other men. I feel a little better after talking with Bad Attitude and Caramel Mocha this mourning.” “You’ve talked to them” I said. “I talked to them before Breakfast [...]

[...] a path in the direction of an orange glow. In a few minutes I’d be at the campfire where Caramel Mocha would be waiting. It was a slightly awkward walk through the woods, thanks to the fact I was [...]

[...] to the fence with some familiar faces sitting at it. Sitting there were Verona and Sorrento, Caramel Mocha and my husband The Great Bernard. Bernard indicated the seat empty seat next to him where a [...]

[...] . Looking round I spotted my friend Sam, and her date, a new man she met who’d assumed the name Caramel Mocha, finishing of their main courses. I let them enjoy their date uninterrupted and let the [...]

[...] of all, thank you, to you guys. I’ve had some great feedback on the new improvements to the Gunk Dunk. A shake up every so often helps keep the series a bit more fresh. So here’s the next episode, [...]

[...] . When you said to come up with a forfeit she had to endure for the rest of the show till the Gunk Dunk, I instantly remembered that photo. I then remembered writing in ‘Butt of her jokes’ into my [...]

[...] is a producer on the show, and convinced Dave to roll back the clock a few years to a classic Gunk Dunk and sit him above the horrid muck. After all, he decided who was on the show and who got the [...]

[...] of silence there was a thick splash from behind all three adults, and Dave looked back to the Gunk Dunk, and then back to the camera rolling his eyes. “That was my lunch! Aww no, ohh, tuna and mayo [...]

[...] her feet. They had a nice blue polish on them, matching her hair. She treated over to the gunge tank and shut herself in. “Kirsty, you know the rules. Shoes and socks off, then take your seat!” [...]

[...] of the messy fate that awaits her. With Rachel unceremoniously carted off-stage in the gunge tank, it’s time for NTV to start. While I’m sure that every regular reader of this blog knows about [...]

[...] to the delight of the crowd. On this particular show Martina had been expected to be given the gunge tank, but her rather awkward, dorky delivery of terrible jokes had ended up endearing her both to [...]

[...] and looks a bit like gunge. And I have a stand up shower with a door. It kind of looks like a gunge tank. Maybe if I pour some shampoo on my head I can get a little sense of what it would feel like. [...]

[...] person at some point. Luckily for the Emergency Sirens an appropriately dressed slave called Nurse Bianca was available meaning they had the minimum 5 members needed to make a team. I found myself [...]

[...] buckles, designed to hold someone in place. “So Nurse Bianca, I’m told you have some information of interest [...]

[...] of your real name appearing in a report or with a photo. I decided I liked the name Nurse Bianca. That’s what led to me driving up to Westbrook Manor on Saturday mourning, instead of the [...]

[...] thanks and welcome to our first time slaves; Pretty N Pink, Fourth Angel, Twisted Genius and Nurse Bianca.” I flushed as I heard my assumed name called out, and the people around me faced me and [...]