The scent of candles greets her--a combination of vanilla, cinnamon, and a heady musk. Her senses are alive; the removal of her sight by the blindfold enhancing them. She feels a cool breeze, but the room is warm. A fan is on. She is relaxed, trusting that her Master will not go out of any boundaries they've discussed. She hears him murmuring to her. His d...
She stood in front of her closet determined to make the right choice. Would it be the naughty librarian, wearing the business suit, the blouse unbuttoned one button too far, the glasses, the skirt, the stockings? Or her hair in pony tails, plaid skirt, the schoolgirl in detention. Or something else, the busy soccer mom, the real MILF, speeding through town o...
I let myself into the hotel room with more than a touch of apprehension, not sure why you decided we should meet here of all places. The tone of your voice when you called, however, had left me in no doubt that your request was not one to be ignored. Smoothing down the front of my skirt in an attempt to quell my rising nervousness I am struck by a pang of re...
I'd known something was wrong on the day I was supposed to return home from my business trip as Lynne had been distant when I called her in the morning. I was a bit concerned, but not overly as I boarded my flight and when I landed I called her and she answered the phone with "Hello Master!" Her greeting stunned me a bit, but immediately told me she hadn't...
she stepped from the shower, drying herself as she thought of the evening ahead. A smile spread across her lips as she considered how she must prepare. Momentarily, she stepped from the bathroom, as naked as the moment she was born into this world. The icy winter wind rattled the windows, startling her momentarily and ripping her from her thoughts. But the...
A Master. First, the question is this. What is a Master? Can anyone be a Master? Is it a Man or Woman who thinks they can control a being simply by being capable of it? Is it One who thinks they are stronger than the other they desire to control? Is a Master one who can control any emotion thrown at them? Emotions coming from them? A: Anger B: Violence...
She put her thumbnail behind his ear and began to press hard in the fold where it joined his skin, pinching and pulling as her nail dug in and scratched. It was a hidden spot, one of her favourites, where she could slash and scratch and nobody would be the wiser. "Come on," she barked, at his distressed, sleepy face. "Hurry up!" Leading him off the bed, sh...
As she came in from a long day at work, she felt tired and went straight to her room. As she started unbuttoning her blouse she heard a noise she quickly looked around but there was nothing there. Continuing with the task at hand she slowly removed the material from her shoulder and dropped the blouse in the clothes hamper and then with her fingertips reache...
I waited patiently on my knees, back straight, hands clasped behind my back, naked. I could hear the noise of the door as he let himself in and came up the stairs. Mentally reviewing my preparations of the day I was satisfied I had completed my tasks to satisfaction - pussy shaved smooth, bowels fully empty, nipple rings in place and weighed down as required...
Bags were packed, clothes tucked neatly away in suitcases. It would be the last time I saw the inside of the house, I kept thinking, as I made my way to my Wrangler, chucking bags in the back that would most likely block my view and risk me getting in an accident. It was going to be a long drive, and though he had emailed me a map to print out, I only knew t...