"I've got special plans for this weekend," Biri purred. It didn't take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend's outfit made some very clear statements in that regard. "Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?" "As long as I don't laugh," she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber d...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read Chapters 1 -6, first...
Trembling, she stepped off the elevator alone onto the sixth floor with a full minute to spare, and immediately headed for Suite 602. She saw absolutely no one else walking around, no sounds coming from the hallway other than the cold electric buzz of the fluorescent overheads. It occurred to her that she'd never been on the sixth floor before, had never had...
Bruce was now under no illusion as to the ruthless level of cruelty the woman who had claimed him as her own, and her feminine associates, would go to in order to sate their sexual lust for the domination of masculinity, and their pleased indifference at the fate of Miriam's husband at the cocktail party he now observed on his knees in a corner, further emph...
This is the third chapter of a 13-chapter novella. All has been written and will be released over the next month. For a greater appreciation of the story as a whole, I'd suggest reading the previous chapter. Many thanks to HallidayTee for helping me put this story together, and please make sure to vote! Chapter 3: Going Out "Here's your mission dossier." L...
(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...
"Tony, may I please suck your cock?" Anthony put his newspaper down, glancing up in bemusement. Sure enough, before him stood Sophie, unsteady and shaking in her unforgiving ballet boots. A faint sheen of perspiration beaded on her forehead, a most pleasing display of the toll the exertion was taking on her. Her green eyes were wide and pleading, and she ha...
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...
They say opposites attract. That could not be truer of my wife and I. Dana and I met in college during my senior year and her junior year. I was a computer graphics major she was a fine arts major. I have always been interested in computers; she has been a dancer since age six. Dana at one time had aspirations to dance ballet professionally. When she was i...
Part One - The Ensemble “Are the socks ready?” “Oui Monsieur.” “Put them on the tray in the Hall.” I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Pa...