The heavy steel door to James's room opened, waking him up, and a pair of high heels nimbly approached him. He heard something being set down on the countertop near to his bed. Then, the top half of the steel table he was bound to started to tilt upright as he heard a crank of some sorts being turned. James had no idea what was going on, as he had a black cl...
"I trust you will enjoy your stay, madame," the hotel manager said. "If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to ask." He dimmed the lights as baggage porters left the room. The guest was a slim dark-haired woman of about thirty, dressed in a business suit. "Thank you, I want just to be alone for tonight." "As you wish. You will not be dist...
**After my three days of training, my fantasies continue. My week by myself was finally over. I had watched the three dvds and I had stroked my cock and balls many many times while watching them. They where awesome. When Mistress Nikki came to the door she was wearing a trench coat and all I could see for sure was that she was wearing high heels and had sto...
At 9:07, you entered the bar dressed as I had told you. You are simply dressed in a blouse, pleated skirt that falls just above the knee, lace top thigh-high stockings, heels, and panties. You were seven minutes late and you will pay for it later. Finding a seat at the bar, with your back to the door you order a drink. Looking around the room, you quickly ey...
Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1 through 6, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense. ****** Chapter 7: Keeping the burn alive Before we left Marguerite's, we had to change back into something a little more substantial than the silk dressing gown I had on or Jack's silk pajama b...
It was now August and I had a great routine. I would work all week and on Friday and Saturday nights I would satisfy Eileen. I had become quite good at eating her pussy and also licking her ass. She would not let me fuck her but she found that my love of stockings allowed her to give me foot jobs, sometimes cumming 4 or 5 times in a night. Then 2 things happ...
She's 50, blond and skinny with nice pert breasts. She's a powerful woman and has commanding blue eyes. Certain times of the month, she owns me. She uses and humiliates me and I like it. And she likes it too. It's our own private world. We were in bed once and I told her my story. My first wife wanted to know if men's balls hung like dogs. She commanded me...
Olga was raised in a traditional Spanish family; she never missed a mass, never swore and never went out without a duenna to accompany her. Her grandmother, a lady whose maid had laced her into a corset every morning, believed that all respectable ladies should be girdled. This outdated concept was forced on Olga at a young age. The women in her family were...
"Please." This simple word. "Please." I cannot help but whimper, begging, pleading. I have been kneeling in front of you, under your desk, while you sit in your office chair, staring down at me dispassionately. I know I'm not supposed to say anything, but it's been at least an hour. I am just not strong enough. I have been waiting so long to be with you....
You might want to read earlier chapters for a semblance of context. On the other hand, you know what you're in for here. I hope you enjoy the kink, baby. ***** "I think you're ready for the playroom, baby. I think it's time." Marion said this to me months and months after we met at work and she seduced me, she in her late twenties, me in my early twenties...