Serena had been up half the night on a T.V. binge. A sex scene in the last episode had gotten her more than a little hot and she had shed her clothes under the covers. She closed her eyes and started rubbing herself gently. It's always when you least expect it, but her phone vibrated beside her, the text message sending it into a glowing buzz. It was him....
I've never been a macho type. The only thing even resembling macho about me was the fact that my research sometimes involved WIMPs and MACHOs. (For the people who aren't professional physicists, those would be Weakly Interacting Massive Particles and MAssive Compact Halo Objects.) It should come as no surprise, then, that what I sought out in a woman was n...
It was Friday evening. Bill laid in bed waiting for Dolores. His aching blue steel hardon was almost painful. She would emerge from the bathroom momentarily to give him some relief, maybe. It was up to her. His cock had belonged to his wife for over a year now. Her control was 24/7. She might milk his cock tonight. She might not. He was hers, now and forev...
With morning came time to begin serving my new Mistress. My cell phone alarm woke me and I jumped up and headed to the kitchen to prepare Princess' breakfast. I made her a nice spinach omelette and bowl of fresh fruit as well as hand squeezed orange juice. Neither of us are coffee drinkers so it was easy to get her breakfast together and then deliver it to h...
Not everybody can be Christian Grey or even aspire to that level of luxury. Most people in the BDSM scene are required to be budget conscious as a singular purchase can blow the weekly toy allowance out of the water for a month. So I thought I would write my "How to..." essay on how to build a fabulous toy box on a budget. Firstly grab yourself a medium-siz...
I'll be honest, I was nervous. Of course, I was nervous, it was to be expected, wasn't it? A spontaneous invite for 'drinks' now left me sitting in a pub, bouncing my knee up and down with a sweating palm clutching my half-drunk cider. I'd deliberately sat opposite the entrance, tucking myself into a corner, my eyes glued to the door waiting for it to open....
I dressed slowly after my shower, trying to pass the minutes just a slight bit quicker. As I buttoned my shirt I looked over to the bed at the toys that I had brought for my good girl, the nipple clamps, rope, Hitachi and of course the belt around my waist. While these were far fewer than I had first thought to bring to our encounter I decided that simplicit...
We'd been dating awhile. Lucy, the love of my life, a true submissive had recently been curious to add to the bedroom. The proposition was interesting. While I was her dom, I couldn't suppress the fact that I was a true switch. It sounds weird, but I always had that nagging urge that perhaps I was bi, not just bi-curious. Not only that, my fantasies of her b...
I, Belladonna, stride confidently into the Dungeon, The Torture Palace, elegant, beautifully manicured hands swinging gently at my sides. I shrug my long dark hair over my shoulder to make it tumble and ripple down my spine. I nod to the pit, smile a greeting to the subs cuffed and chained to the walls there. My eyes narrow to small slits as I notice one mal...
CHAPTER 3 Warning: Non consent/ violence. Parker regained consciousness and found herself unable to move her arms or legs. She was draped across a small, low, rough sawhorse. She could see that her arms and wrists were tied to the front of the frame and the tightness around her knees suggested that the same was happening at the back. Her head was yanked ba...