There wasn't one incident that stood out in Rebekah's mind. It was not a singular act that she wanted to brand into Victor's body and burn into his psyche with fear. It was more like a rage that expressed itself in violence. Don't play when you're angry. Don't play when you're not thinking straight. Responsible platitudes of the bdsm community had fallen on...
Martin shifted his eyes back and forth, looking at all the people standing, and now totally focused on him. He could not turn his head, but he saw many people smiling and some giggling, but politely covering their mouths as they did so. An older couple looked shocked at his appearance, and seemed to be judging him for what they saw. "Oh my god, look how that...
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...
Dressing for the annual Yachtsmen's Ball, Dave stares intently into the mirror as he ties his white bow tie, the finishing touch on his tuxedo. He smiles at the image. He doesn't look too bad for 39. His hair is graying, but not receding and while his face is slightly wrinkled, he has retained his youthful grin. With his 6 foot 5 inch frame he is still natur...
She started, awakening to the sound of several clicks directly in front of her. She felt her wrists being jammed together, joined by an extremely short chain. She could not see, and other than the sound of creaking leather and vinyl, and the clicks of the chains being snapped into place, she could not hear. The only sense available to her was that of smell,...
He looked into her eyes and he was lost. Deep brown and with a sense of knowledge that defied her apparent youth, her eyes pulled him in just as he was about to get up from his seat and leave the café. Mere moments ago he'd been sitting at a table alone, absentmindedly nursing a latte when she sat down opposite him. She asked if the seat was taken but sat be...
The only customer on a drowsy Sunday afternoon, the tall man in the cowboy hat and Western shirt was idly lagging the cue-ball up and down the table at "Redsticks", a billiards lounge on the Airline in Baton Rouge, when she came in and strolled over to the bar. A voluptuous woman, dressed much better than the pool-chickies who generally frequented this place...
When Kasey got home from work last night, two nylon straps were already stretched across the top and bottom of the mattress on our bed, and cuffs were attached to the D-ring at either end of each. Candles were lit, and her favorite music was playing, and Hank had a mischievous look on his face. Kasey racked her brain, trying to figure out what could be goin...
"That really is a lovely scarf, Susan, where did you get it?" Beth asked. "Adrienne's, I love that shop, have you been there?" Susan answered. "Yes, it's nice," Beth said. "And I love that yellow color and the silk is soft..and strong, too, it seems to be working well!" Tom groaned a muffled groan as Susan tightened the scarf around her middle, the rest o...
Roxy sat alone at a table eating dinner. Alone in the middle of the food court surrounded by people and controlled chaos. The mall was a feeding ground for clients, at least, in Roxy's case it was. She sat there in a knee length skirt with a split up the side to her hip. Her retro band t-shirt clung to her tightly, showing off her double D's and was so thin...