Chapter 01: The Supermarket Sarah and John stroll into the supermarket on a Saturday morning, hand in hand. Sarah is feeling more confident and free than ever before, wearing a short, form-fitting dress that shows off her curves and a pair of high heels that make her legs look incredible. She knows that she looks
I sat at my desk at work one morning, when my phone starts ringing, its a withheld number. I answer it, slightly cautiously, and I am surprised when I here my ex girlfriend’s voice. She sounds quite authorative as she speaks, not starting with any pleasantries. I am listening and can’t believe what I am
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
Sarah has a plan to make her husband “happy” Chapter 01: Sarah Reveals Her Plan In a dimly lit room, Sarah, a stunning woman in her thirties with long, wavy brunette hair, lounges across from Claire. Her deep red lipstick and smoky eye makeup accentuate her features, and her curves are shown off perfectly in
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
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
After the unmistakable rumbling of Becky’s van pulling up outside, Andrew strolled to the door and opened it before his guest had a chance to ring the doorbell. He was in his early thirties, well built, and somehow managed to make the early stages of balding look fashionable with his short, spiky hair. “Hi,” he
Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and turned her face away from Coyote. And
P, in a dress that compliments her perfect figure, spent the morning at the cafe on Basel St., working on her laptop while sipping steaming coffee and eating a delicious sandwich. Suddenly, the young waitress who served her placed a folded page in front of her and said – “They asked me to pass it
Tonight she is really being cruel. . . My lady is now combining both psychological and physical torments with her latest game, which she calls “Twitch, Roll & Squeeze”. It began when she wanted to make our lovelife even more capricious and cruel than it already is. Below is a description of what she does,
Carla turned the cold water up a little as she finished rinsing off in th e shower. Her body tingled with excitement as her mind wandered over the sexual possibilities that this night would bring. It had been so long since she had submitted to a Dominant and gave herself so freely. (See “Scorcher,” 2001)
I arrived home, walking oddly due to the unusual weight in my briefs. My wife met me at the door, frowning. “You’ve been playing again, haven’t you? Let’s see it this time,” she commanded. I moved from the exposed doorway to our living room and took my accustomed place against the display wall. As she
It’s easy to point someone else out as a slut. It’s almost always a female, but of course it can be an effeminate male. Usually you’re pointing out someone you don’t know or were rebuffed by, intimidated by or are jealous of. Many women labelled as sluts get this label because they have slept with