"You're my sub, and you will do as I tell you!" Those are the words which came out of my mouth as I looked down at my husband Maher Mutebusi, a six-foot-tall, athletic and burly young Congolese stud who is learning the ins and outs of kink and BDSM thanks to yours truly. Yes, we're a Canadian Muslim couple and we're kinky. Deal with it. I admired our reflect...
The rope slid around a thin, pale wrist, pinioning it resolutely against the metal rails running along the headboard. Her arms thus secured, she allowed her body to go slack, her chin resting upon her upper chest, long black hair covering her face like a ghastly veil. She squirmed for a moment, testing her bonds and finding them secure, with no opportunity t...
You are bound, your hands behind your back, leaning over the railing of the balcony, your breasts hanging over the edge of the railing, your legs spread and tied to the bottom rail. From your ass you feel cum dripping down your thighs as you look across the street at the apartment building. In several apartments, people are pointing, some are pulling up chai...
You fall asleep in the bath whilst I clean you. I'd hoped you would want more from me so, I slide my hands gently down your wet chest over your stomach, your pelvis until I reach your semi hard cock. Then I take you in my hands and gently, at first, stroke you. You stir but not wake completely. I start to pick up the pace and my grip tightens slightly, your...
I look down at the bed and review the toys I have brought along. I reach over and turn up the music a little bit. I pick up a butt plug, candle, oil and a flogger. Walking back to anna I set the things down on the couch then move over to the sink and grab a towel. I slide the towel under anna's ass. Picking up the oil I squirt some onto her belly and let it...
The new years party had been surprisingly enjoyable. Christine had been dreading it, only attending when Jennifer, her closest friend since childhood, had kept nagging her until she agreed. She had thought that it was the last thing she needed. She really hadn't wanted to socialise in the two months since she had found her husband in bed with his secretary....
She knelt on the soft carpet, naked with her head bowed and her hands in her lap, just as he had instructed. Her long brown hair with the golden highlights hung like a curtain around her head. She was freshly showered, make-up on, perfume applied, and shaven smooth. She heard the door open, then the footsteps as he entered the bedroom. Her pulse immediately...
[Note from sub: This, like all our stories, are real accounts of our experiences together.] ---------------------------------------------- We were at a Carnaval festival, one of the biggest of its kind outside of Rio. The colors were bright, the music was thrumming, and everyone there seemed to be out on the prowl. I was topless and being paraded around by...
The tables have now turned. I have him cuffed in the exact position I was in a few nights ago, but I didn't put the blindfold on him. I think it'd be more torture for him to be able to watch, anticipate, and know how badly I'm teasing him because of the fact that he can see me. I won't use the feather on him because that's more fun to do when he is blindfold...
Miranda got home even later than usual. It had been one of those days where she wanted to do nothing more than just jump right into bed and sleep straight through until morning, but she couldn't. Not tonight. She stared at the digital clock on her bedside table; 9:35 PM. That meant that he'd be showing up soon, as he got off work at 10:00. She switched on h...