"I'm cold, Master." I've finally returned to the shelter of home from an appointment, the frigid breeze having followed me right to the door, seeping into my bones. After having taken off my shoes and jacket, I sit on the floor, wrapping myself around Masters legs and resting my head on his knee as he sits at his desk, busily responding to emails. He stro...
I have an obsession for everything anal and think about it often. I only write for the sake that maybe someone else will enjoy it or be inspired by it, nothing more. I have a strong desire to share my dirty thoughts with those willing to enjoy them. This story serves as a myriad introduction to what I think about, if you like it, there's a theme, and varia...
This is my first submission ever. I hope you all enjoy! ***** Tonight was the night. Sloane held her phone in her hand but her fingers were still. She was staring down at the glowing screen, at a conversation. "James (12:18 am): I want you tonight." Prior to this evening, Sloane had only whimsically considered an actual one-night hookup with some stra...
Miaya looks down at her new Mistress and accepts her new role, however grudgingly. There are a million thoughts racing through her head, now that she knows why Mistress had finally snapped and reversed their roles. She knew she had been too hard on Her, which caused Her to have to stay abed, but had never thought her adoring little slave would turn on her....
About a year ago I was very into the church. I was on the worship team and had an event almost every night of the week. I met Andy at a party I agreed to go to after giving in to a few old friends. Of course he didn't have quite the effect then as he does on me now. I started to party more often after that. I got into drinking and smoking pot. Within a few...
Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. * He watched her as she checked her gear. She was bent over her pack, checking her supplies for a few days' worth of hiking. Simply ensuring the necessities, such as having water readily available, that the pockets on her pack were closed and the straps appropriately adjusted. He marveled at h...
"Take off your clothes," I tell you as you walk in to the bedroom. You smile and do as instructed, noting a Mexican blanket from the market in San Antonio covering the floort. On top of the blanket you see the wrist and ankle cuffs, five pieces of rope, and in the middle of it all, the straight backed wooden dining chair we bought last weekend when we were i...
"I do own you, you know," he says to me, running his hand along my side and stomach, squeezing my flesh here, plucking a nipple there. I dare not cringe away, even though it tickles, because he will only keep doing it if he knows that I don't want that. He has misunderstood me and his role completely, but I give him points for trying, and do not comment upon...
Eva knelt there naked, in the dark, on the dirty basement floor. The metal cuffs on her wrists held her with the heavy chains attached to the brick wall. She had been kneeling on the cold basement floor for over an hour. She didn't know why or what she had done to be disciplined. Sir Dan had come home from working late at the store as usual and without a wor...
This is the final chapter of The Kitten Chronicles. Thanks to everyone for the votes, feedback, and comments. It's very much appreciated! ============================================ She pushed into his hand as he petted her, running his strong fingers gently through her hair. His voice crooned softly, "Good girl, Kitten. I am pleased," All day he'd toyed...