I hold the door as you walk in and the scent of the establishment's faire hits us in a wave. We walk to the hostess stand and I let them know we have a reservation. As I turn around I catch you looking intently at the open kitchen and it gives me a moment to take in your profile. From head to toe you're beautiful and I love that you walked in with me. Everyo...
Authors note. Hey readers, thank you all so much for the comments, please comment as much and as many times as you can. The more comments the more story there'll be. Here's chapter 2, I hope you enjoy this, and to the troll from the comments on chapter 1, don't worry, I'm not quitting my day job just yet hahaha. Anyway, masturbate away! ***** Chapter 2, U...
A good friend who is a Dom was planning on taking his submissive to a picnic play party and we were going to all ride together. I was planning on meeting my play partner at the picnic. His partner became ill at the last minute and since it was a BYOS (bring your own sub) party, he couldn't go. He called me to let me know he couldn't go. Just above five min...
Her heart leapt when the doorbell rang that afternoon. Sadly, it was just a delivery, though the man seemed rather amused by her outfit and she was left blushing as she signed for the package. She had answered the door in nothing more than a silk, embroidered robe that was rather revealing at the top. The way she eagerly answered the door; the fact that her...
You lie cuffed to my bed, only your briefs to cover you. Your eyes are masked by a satin blindfold. I can see that your fingers grip the iron bars of the bed frame and your body is tense as you wait. At first it is so easy to stand there admiring you, watching you strain to catch every sound. But the more I look, the more I want to touch. To stroke my hands...
*Note: In Italian, both Maestro and Padrone denote the term master. The former is used in the setting of a teacher, whilst the latter is used to denote someone who owns something. I prefer to use 'Maestro', as I am being taught something during these sessions. * At long last, Master has phoned! He kept me waiting five hours, during which time I wept from...
I woke up to the sound of the door opening, but the lights had already come up, so that I could see my Mistress Catherine walk in, carrying a tray with several bowls on it, wearing what could pass for a silk kimono. The stark difference in her looks from the night before, her auburn hair now flowing gently off her head, wrapped in a pony tail, and pulled to...
I thought I was beating my girlfriend home from work, but I was mistaken. I was hoping to have a beer and catch a little of the soccer game while I waited for her to get home from her job at the bar she worked at. I was surprised when I walked in the apartment and saw her kneeling, dressed only in her bra and a work shirt, which was unbuttoned and open. Her...
What follows is another section of my "Yes, Mommy" saga. Some readers have asked for more, but I haven't added any for a long while since I'm concerned that some may misunderstand from the title and think me a devotee of infantalism due to the diaper and "mommy" references. I'm not, and I'm including a section at the beginning (below) to explain. Heather ge...
#For reference, feel free to check out the preceding episodes of the story. Ignore my mistakes if any. :) # *** Our session on the terrace was just the beginning. I knew Daddy had planned more for the day. He called us a cab and we got in the back seat. He spoke to the driver as I tried my best not to show the pain in my bottom as I sat down. I felt the he...