Ch. 07 Brandi and the bitches Kelly lay in bed wondering if she would feel better wearing a 'sirik'. The tight bonds would leave her helpless, dependent on a master. She missed her master for he knew how to treat her; in the way she craved. She sobbed quietly. He had never even taken her and that made her miss him all the more. He knew how to dominate so...
This story is not textbook bdsm. There are no chains, whips, blindfold or leather. Instead it's about loving emotional control, which I find more intriquing. It may not be to the taste of some bdsm purists as it offers a different form of control. * Neither of them addressed but it was obvious there was a change in their relationship. They were warmer, mor...
When I saw Gretchen was leading me over to the whipping posts, I assumed that I would be bound to one and Gretchen would whip me and that it would all be over rather quickly. Unbeknownst to me there's a lot of preparation and ceremony involved in these things. As a result it took at least twenty minutes for me to suffer through my first punishment. First t...
USS Surefoot, Deck 2 - Cadets' Quarters Alpha Squad's quarters were unevenly bisected, with the smaller side taken up by three sets of bunk beds and storage spaces for each occupant, and the larger side side by a desks, chairs, information and entertainment wall screens, and the door to the corridor, and the door to the twin toilets, sinks and sonic showers...
'Sarah, I'm old,' I complained to my wife. 'Look at this. A grey pube. A grey pube for fuck's sake.' My wife glanced at the pubic hair, which I had plucked from my crotch just two minutes ago, and burst into laughter. In most ways, Sarah and I are a typical mid-thirties couple. We own a small house in a modest area, we have two girls who attend the local...
This story follows "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas" and provides more details of my 35th birthday weekend with my soon to be bride Catherine. ***** On Lake Mead, Nevada, USA It was my birthday weekend and my fiancée had rented us a rather large luxurious houseboat for a night. Catherine wanted alone time with me and she got it. We were both nude in...
My wife is not what most men would call "perfect." She doesn't have perfect tits or a perfect ass. She has had three kids, and it shows. Her tits are no longer perky. She has stretch marks and has packed on at least forty pounds more than "ideal." She keeps her hair cut short, which while practical, doesn't help her looks. She is pretty, but nowhere near "mo...
The office environment could be a stressful one. This wasn't exactly the boiler room, so to speak, but this office handed out complimentary stress balls with the company logo on them when they knew they'd be entering crunch time. Perhaps they wouldn't have needed to if they hadn't shed fifteen 'redundant' staff members last month. Holly had maintained her p...
It was only a text from my girlfriend. I mean, how ominous could something so seemingly innocuous possibly be? Melinda wanted me to meet her at 9:00 P.M. at her home. She hadnt discussed the possibility of anything resembling a date for the occasion, so there were no definitive plans to go anywhere or to engage in any specific activities except for my visiti...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. TCCS Part 3: Chapter 24: A Fog Rolls in Across the Lake Pink lips pressed hard against pink lips. Pamela pressed down harder on Miko. The smaller halfAsian girl writhed beneath the more dominant athletic Pamela. Miko's hips began thrusting upwards as if wishing Pamela had a cock between her legs with which to...