The dimly lit leather bar, Whips and Chains, was buzzing with the usual Friday night crowd. Niki, a 28-year-old, petite blonde with piercing blue eyes and a curvaceous figure, was new to the scene but eager to explore. She sat at the bar, nursing her drink, when a tall, muscular man with dark hair and
(His side of the story) Stepping out of the shower, picking up your still quivering and dripping body I move you to the bedroom. Looking around, the only flat surface is the bed, “I guess that will have to do,” giving you that lustful gaze. Just the moon shows through the curtains. ” I believe
Long day. I get home kick off those elegant black patent leather pumps with the 3 inch heel. I let the red jacket slide down my arms to be caught before hitting the ground. I give it a casual flick to leave it on the back of a chair. I feel the cool air of
We are fairly new to BDSM and I am gradually training my partner to be a good Dom so that I may enjoy what appeals to me. The narrative below is one such experience. It was an overcast but warm day and we were relaxing in the garden. As the garden is secluded we were
The Circle was a group of women who shared the same two interests. The first was each other and the second was dominance and submission. Kathleen Monahan was Mistress of the Circle and its most dominant member. Kathleen, tall elegant, and a somewhat mysterious woman with flame red hair, green eyes and ivory white skin.
I trudged up the walk, my feet slipping and sliding on the slush. Snow had fallen this morning. I remembered waking to it, so crisp and clean. So beautiful. The whole world seemed hushed by its gentle blanket. Eight hours later, though, and it had transformed into a sodden mess. “The way of all things,”
Look, I wasn’t even getting anything out of it, except for knowing that I was making her happy. You see, I’ve been fooling around with ESP experiments most of my life. Card-guessing, that sort of thing. No, this has nothing to do with any sort of cult. I never studied it formally; I’ve read enough
That night I was still in that room, awaiting my next tortuously sexual episode, as I was sure there were more to come. That both excited and frightened me. I was on my back on the rug with my wrists tied above my head to that wooden post. My ankles were in shackles that were
Four weeks after we started dating, Jon learned I was a sexual deviant. One of my girlfriends told him about my perverted fantasies, I found out later. She thought it was the only way shy ol’ me would get laid properly. Thanks, Laura. At first I thought he would dump me in disgust. Then, I
Margie couldn’t help but feel humiliation and degradation from the position she had been put in. And yet, she felt the juices seep out of her cunt and start trickling down her thighs. Obviously, a part of her thoroughly enjoyed this. Her Master had tied her arms tightly behind her back thrusting out her large
Melissa and I were fighting again. Something that I was finding depressingly common. This time it was about Halloween. Sheila Wood, one of the women from her study group, had invited Melissa to a party on Halloween night and Melissa wanted me to come with her. Now I had nothing against Sheila, or any of
Master had been gone almost a week, and I was feeling sorry for myself. I had not been allowed to go on the trip with Him because I was being punished for mouthing to Him earlier in the week. I had pouted and sulked alot the last few days, and then, in an act to
They were rope marks, that much I knew. Right along her wrists, two braided indentations – whoever it was that had tied her had been thoughtful enough to wrap more than a few coils around her – one coil was too harsh. It bit too much, unless that was what you wanted, the biting and
“Please,” Kate whispered. She stood at the edge of the garden, Leigh standing beside her, her skin close and still desirable. Despite the climax, Kate still ached. She suspected that Leigh did, too. He slowly shook his head, a model of abject sadness. She believed him. He wanted to stay, even desperately, but it was
Feeling akin to a gold miner in the Gold Rush, looking for that nugget among all the sand and pebbles, that nugget when found would make him a rich man. In the right hands, hands familiar with molding one into something else, the nugget dug from the ground becomes more beautiful and then even more