I wrote previously about an episode in which my wife placed me in bondage in our car while she went shopping. She loves to torment me as much as she likes to put me in predicaments or humiliate me. In truth, she only started any of these activities after I told her of my needs and desires, and she never does anything with me she doesn't enjoy doing, though...
Just a short fantasy – nobody under eighteen involved, of course. She was naked but for her stiletto-heeled sandals, five-inch heels she had walked here in with difficulty, but obeying orders to the letter. She was only just supported by them, however, her long legs at full stretch, her arms suspended above head-height, cuffed to chains that dropped from t...
Chapter six Punishment I was right. I was stiff as a board. My knees hurt and I had a kink in my neck. Master was still lying on the bed in the room. "Slave, suck me off." I turned towards him and saw that he had awoken with his penis erect and glistening with precum. I bent over his reclined form and licked his cock a few tentative times. His precum taste...
His eyes were as wide as he knew his anus would be soon. Charles Hampshire was wearing his very own ruffle-butt panties, socking , high heeled shoes with a lovely little bra his wife had been given for her birthday, and a long brown wig perfectly fitted to stay on tight. He was suspended over his living room floor by his ankles, neck, wrists, and his nipple...
They had made an agreement that morning, over breakfast. With the pale sun low across freshly laid snowfall, turning the landscape into a fantastical dream, they themselves were warm and snug in the kitchen. Bright winter breakfast fruits lay on the table beside an ornate and steaming silvered pot of aromatic spiced coffee. "We've been teasing you for a lon...
The impatient tap of the paddle on her open palm swept through me: a cold chill of sobriety mixed with the sizzling expectation of anticipation and excitement. It always did that, and she knew it. She stood there, feet slightly apart in her work suit, holding the weapon with the eager expression I knew so well; her mouth curled slightly as the leather slapp...
It was three days later that Cronos finally arranged for Polly and her companions to join him for dinner. Lucy had already warned them. 'Although Cronos looks mild-tempered, he must be obeyed without question and without hesitation. Any sign of disobedience and you will be thrashed ruthlessly. What is more, any sign of ingratitude will also be heavily punis...
A warm breeze rippled through the golden grass of the clearing, rolling like the surf at the seashore until it spent itself at the edge of the trail. The dull orange disc of the sun hung low in a cloudless blue sky; the trees cast long shadows in sharp relief. The day teetered on the brink between late afternoon and early evening. On the other side of the p...
She exited the bathroom and turned on the camera. She set it up on its side, framing the shot of her bed carefully. She twisted the screen towards the front of the camera. Looking at her features in the camera's screen, she reminded herself to wipe the smile and look of joyful anticipation from her face. He prefers her to act reluctant, no matter how eager s...
Reclamation of a Reluctant Sadist Ah, a new toy! What vision more lovely than a long legged, young blonde beauty, in the full bloom of ripe womanhood, strapped face up on a cold porcelain table with her ankles chained down two feet (my abject apologies, I did not mean to pun this early on) on either side of her beautifully flushed ears? Her tear stained f...