This train will shortly be arriving in York. York, your next station stop." Marta jolted, suddenly aware she was still on the train. She looked at her watch: 21:07. These late evenings at work really had to stop. Her stomach growled loudly. And yes, she thought to herself, her diet had to get better than strong cups of coffee all day long. "Next week" she...
I was dressed just like she likes me to be dressed. Black felt fedora, black leather blazer, black dress shirt, black silk tie, black PVC pants (because leather offers my ass too much protection), black dress boots and fingerless leather gloves with a black PVC thong on underneath. I was waiting for her to come home so that I could serve her. I have picked...
Time for a quick tutorial. I mentioned the Catspaw Lite cuff in a post on the Ropework Photos thread in the BDSM Cafe, and I've used it here and there since. Like I said in that post, the original Catspaw cuff is a cool one, but it has a few too many wraps for my taste, and too many steps. I was playing around with the concept and came up with a cuff that I...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
We were talking online and I was becoming aroused by the direction of our conversation. I told my friend that I needed to take a shower. Yes, that was true I needed to cool my aching pussy all right. My lover wasn't here and I needed the tension release. The conversation had begun with an interesting story, erotic of course, I read that we discussed. He and...
To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
**There are no characters under the age of 18** Since writing my last submission things have drastically changed. I am still waiting for him to come see me in a few weeks, however I am no longer excited, but am now terrified. The day after I wrote the last submission I may have pushed and taunted him too far. I told him that he wasn't capable of doing any...
(Make sure you're hitting "Start Game" over there, or this isn't going to make sense!) (A note to readers: This story is a slow burner. Don't expect saucy scenes right away, unless you deliberately choose the most promiscuous options ;)) (Second note, regarding BDSM content: this is a work of fiction and sexual fantasy. In real life, all power exc...
This is a Hub Page to make it easier to select a path the reader would enjoy most right from the start and as such very much a WIP. {Morpheus here: This story is what Germans call a "Fingerübung", a finger excercise to test out how to structure and maintain a first complex story all of my own. As such, expect some newbie mistakes and such, even tho...
Diesel City stretches like a rusted ulcer across the northern United States from Chicago to Cleveland. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy lab...