I come to the room, seeing Him sitting in His chair, her at His feet. My eyes look at Him. My body trembles, as this is a big step for me to take. I touch the collar that is around my neck, put there by Him, to remind me of my submission. The cuffs and ankle cuffs around my wrists and ankle match the collar I wear. The smell of sweet, soft leather, that is a...
He swills the liquid around the bottom of his glass before lifting it to his lips and tipping it into his mouth, savouring the taste before placing the glass on the table and making his way into the other room, where she waits for him. The moonlight spills through the open French doors, casting shadows around the room, her body a silhouette in the open door...
I am a successful businesswoman. Or at least I was, until he came along. I have always prided myself on my intellect, my attention to detail, and my ability to multi-task. I manage a fairly large landscape company, staffed almost entirely by men, and am generally regarded as being tough as nails. At home, it is much the same, as my husband is content to leav...
"My hands are cold," I say while climbing into the bed next to Him. "Warm them up then," He replies taking my hand and laying it on cock. I giggle and ever so gently touch His limp member. I trace my fingers lightly along the length of it, marveling at how soft it feels right now. As I caress His satin flesh I realize how much love I feel for this Man and I...
I hope you enjoy this. Comments are welcome but please be civil. ***** They had just moved into their first house. Sam was so happy to have a yard and some privacy after several years in the apartment. It seems as though there was always an issue with some neighbor being too loud or wanting them to be more quite. Now they had some room as a buffer and a lo...
She crawls off the table, falling on her side, as wave after wave of cramps debilitates her. She crawls thru the forest of legs and feet, ignoring them, crawling toward the bathroom. She doubles over on the carpet; a sickening cramp rips her gut in half, the pressure to explode the plug from her anus enormous. She bangs her forehead on the floor in agony, t...
Chapter 1 – caught I was sitting in my room – curtains drawn – only the faint light of the computer lighting up my face. I had a look of extreme concentration about me as I looked at the images in front of me. Naked women were spread-eagled on medieval-looking contraptions – nothing was left to the imagination. As I clicked the mouse and images changed the...
Kim looked at herself in the mirror the next morning. She didn't look any different. Still the same woman looked back at her. The one you would pass in the street without a second look. But she felt different inside. Her pussy was freshly shaved. She'd put on clean red lacy underwear. She smiled. She had accepted herself for who she was and it was a good fee...
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Right now, I'm shoving a strap-on dildo deep inside my co-worker Mitchell Romulus tight ass, and the chubby white dude is moaning like a little bitch. I told him that if Mitt Romney won the United States Presidential Election in November 2012 I would let him fuck me in the ass. However, if my candidate, U.S President Barack Obama, won, I'd fuck HIM in the as...