It began with a simple phone call; your voice, telling me to be ready by six. Simple enough: a bath, some careful pawing through my closet, and by 5:45 I was waiting for you. Perfectly punctual, the clock changed to 6 and you were there. A house on the beach was our destination. In shades of steel and white and blue, it seemed to blend with the overcast and...
The ringing of the doorbell snapped me out of my newspaper. Somewhat annoyed, I wondered who could be at my door this early on a Saturday morning. Impatiently, I stood and closed my bathrobe, walked to my front porch and opened the door. My attitude softened somewhat when I saw the girl waiting on the step. Dressed smartly in her parochial school uniform, s...
For you, you know who you are. She stretched in her bed, loving the feeling of the aches and pains the last two days had left her with. She remembered the rule that she wasn't to get dressed so she wrapped herself in a sheet and walked out into the living room of his bungalow. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She went into the kitchen to make a c...
“I’m ready to order.” Skyler motioned with his arm and waved his hand in a circle. As if a puppet on a string, the 19 year old waitress spun her 120 pound body, mimicking his hand and twisting her slim hips to face table 5. The top two buttons of her blouse had come undone after a long, hot day’s work and the spin revealed small, but lively teen age breast...
I had found him in the basement working that day, and I had crept down the stairs to watch as he tediously went about his mission. He was always deeply engrossed in his work, or at least so he appeared, hands deftly moving, eyes never missing a detail. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and as he turned slightly to the left, I could see the outline...
As instructed he had packed a decent supply of finger food and nibbles. He had taken great care in his choices and only hoped that she would approve. The wine, which she had chosen, was known to him and he knew it was a good choice, despite the fact that they would both be driving and she would only drink one glass from the bottle. His nerves fluttered as he...
This story will contain many elements that reasonable people should find offensive. Lucky we're all mature adults (although most of you probably aren't very mature) who understand that this is fantasy not reality, and no one is being hurt, other than my fingertips and the general moral balance of the universe. I'd love to hear any suggestions or ideas, part...
What I am about to tell you is not an easy thing for me to relive. I do feel it is something I need to share. This event takes place about a year after meeting my Master. Let me start by saying for those of you who may find this frightening, abusive, or totally abhorrent, that it happens in our Lifestyle more than you realize, and more so in a Master/slave r...
Salutations, dear readers. It has most definitely been a while, hasn't it? The name is Wendy Stefania Polydor, and I'm a young Haitian-American woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Mother of two, divorcee, college graduate and nurse, I am all of these things and more. I have been delving into the world of BDSM, and more fun things like swinging...
She arrived on time, dressed as instructed. She arrived in a white blouse, buttoned to the neck with a short tartan skirt and bare feet. Underneath I knew there would be simple cotton underwear. She knew what I liked and rarely disappointed. What was ahead of her could be considered by some as a punishment, but in this instance it was a mutual exploration o...