(A companion story to Careful What You Ask For) Lorna often told Steve that many of her best ideas came to her during her orgasm. She had supported leukaemia research ever since one of her best friends at ballet school, Cheryl Greenwood, had died of the disease aged only seventeen. Every year since then she had done some kind of fund raising activity. She...
I have always been an exhibitionist. My mother loves to regale the story of how at two years old at my weekly ballet lessons, I would literally fight to be at the front. At secondary school after P.E I was never one of those who cowered beneath their towel dreading the communal shower. I would strip right down and run straight in. I wasn't ashamed of my body...
Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to e...
All events and persons in this story are fantasy or fiction. I am still without an editor, so please excuse any mistakes in grammar and story flow. Enjoy pfanv ***** My Masters birthday was a month away, and he gave me a $1000.00 budget to get him a present. Lately, he would text me a message to put myself in different types of bondage for him when he ar...
Alice dutifully went about cleaning and preparing the house for Christmas dinner, per her mother's insistence, while dressed for the occasion. Alice timidly obeyed in a blurry haze as she went about her chores just as she had since she was informed, by Nicole, that she would be joining her family for Christmas dinner. Now the charade would fully enter her fa...
Why'd They fix my makeup and hair now and why like this? I'm having a good time dancing. I keep hoping another of the Dommes that occasionally walk by will like me and want me. I make sure to slide my hands down my body, fondle my tits, roll my hips around when a cute Mistress stops to watch me. The ones that look cruel and strict in their tight leathers ge...
Prologue Part 1 of this story introduced Scott Walker and Ava Booker who met at lunch in a mall restaurant when Scott took the last seat at the bar next to Ava. He was a manager at a large pharmaceutical company in town and Ava was an assistant to a vice president at a large advertising agency. They both had come to the mall to do some Saturday shopping and...
There was a definite sense of finality in the loud 'click' of the lock at the back of the pig's head mask she had placed over my head. She set out my speech options as she unpacked the pig-trotter extensions she was going to place on my arms and legs. Basically, while dressed up like a pig I was allowed to say 'oink' and nothing else. Two 'oinks' meant 'yes...
So Joanna's birthday came around. She took the day off, it was a Friday and the second day after Louise and my jaunt in Oxford. I needed my sleep as the hormones were evidently kicking in hard and I had let Jo know about this. Jo was, therefore, the first to wake. I knew that a little submissive pre-session was a good way to start the birthday and so I let...
Thanks to everybody for reading these stories. They were originally written for my entertainment, and to help various girlfriends cope with the lonely nights when I wasn't there to entertain them. There are more to come! Also, thanks to my Literotica editor LissaSue, who is making my ramblings fit for human consumption. Pushing the Envelope. After thei...