My wife, Betsy, has been quite satisfied with my behavior the past month, so we are back to engaging in martial relations. She says I may have finally learned to stop misbehaving, leading to the sever punishment that has been mine the better part of two years. Betsy’s lady friends were willing to forgo the full six months of punishing me for sake of their f...
The night had started just like I had planed it. She was sexy as ever in her vinyl dress, and new collar. She had a whole new glow around her, a complete glow. I was as happy and proud as ever) in a Master kind of way). It was the best day of my life. The one who had opened my eyes to the lifestyle I loved. The one that owned my heart, my soul mate. Had just...
Dedication: This is dedicated to my Booski. She has encouraged me to write more of these. If this gets good feed back then I will definitely write more. * You're standing there in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening. Sir promised to take you out. You are standing there in your panties and bra. He walks in and right behind him is a woman tha...
Last night I dreamt that you came to me in the middle of the night. A soft touch of your fingers on my bare back stirred me to wake. I slowly turned over, ready to serve you however you wished even at this late hour. I silently hoped everything was alright, unsure as to why you were so awake. As I lay there on my back, naked beneath the sheets...your gaze tr...
Elle was unaware of his presence until his reflection came into focus in the mirror behind her, brooding in the dark corner. A startled gasp escaped her lips and the hairbrush fell from her grip and onto the floor with a clatter. Heat rose in her cheeks. She quickly scrambled to retrieve the brush off the floor. "Stay down." He instructed as He approached h...
My hands are bound and raised over my head. My feet are touching the floor as far apart as possible. My eyes are covered and my mouth is gagged. I feel the air move around me, and my nipples begin to harden. I am tingling with anticipation, or is it fear? Fear of not knowing what comes next. I feel the riding crop grazing over my breasts, stomach and thi...
It was lunchtime .. she came into the bar exactly as I'd instructed and saw me chatting with a younger, less confident man. I smiled at her and got her a drink, but she knew we wouldn't linger long downstairs. While she was sipping the Breezer I slipped my hand between the folds of her skirt and toyed with her as I explained that the man I had been negotia...
He's wearing the button down shirt you like, ironed flat and neat because you have a thing for that. Once upon a time, when you were a little girl, Barbie hurled Ken off the edge of the bed and your mother found you stringing them both up by the chewed up feet. Now you hurl him onto the bed, push him back aggressively. Oh god, oh god. He's taken your fetish...
There is something special about flying. Perhaps it is the fact that I do not often fly. Perhaps it is the fact that each trip is special for a different reason: to visit a close friend, or perhaps to meet a new client. But a recent flight became even more special. Sitting at the gate, I could tell by the rising volume around me that more and more people...
He had her wrapped around his little finger... They both knew it wouldn't take long, her body had been responding strongly to any stimuli throughout the whole day, and now as she lay face down, grinding her hips against her bed in a futile attempt to grind out the sensations that were running through her sexually tormented body. "Break..." His voice purred...