Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
Chapter 1 of a fantasy story - I will write more if people like it... The room is quiet and dark, the woman sitting on the only chair is waiting. She is in her late 30's; attractive with large, heavy breasts and a trim, curvaceous figure. She is dressed in a skirt that is too short for her, a top that is very low and shows off her cleavage and her long legs...
"Do I have to?" Aaron looked at the imposing St. Andrews Cross with wide eyes, his voice barely a whisper. A swarm of butterflies were trying to fight their way up from his abdomen as he watched two women alternating spanking and restraining each other on the device. They had talked about this before, about exploring the local scene in person, but now that...
(Based on true events. Fictionalized a few things and changed names for obvious reasons. Turn back, all ye seeking a quick bondage stroke-off. This one is complicated and the sex is a good bit away, but it'll be worth it if you linger. Promise. Xoxo, hisbelovedroisin) **** For once, Rose wasn't running. She was taking the usual route home—up past the...
Why does a maintenance night thrill me so much? I know that by the time I go to sleep I will be sore in every place imaginable. You see, my HoH does not just maintain my bottom, he maintains my bottom, my nipples, by mouth, my anus, my pussy. I don't work on Wednesdays, so every Tuesday night is Maintenance Night, whether I want it or not. Actually, my wants...
Amber walks in holding a leash tightly in her hand, carrying a very small little bag as she drags her bond boy, She looks back at her slut and whispers "Come boy, we've got to get down to business today, I've got plans this afternoon." She tugs your leash a little more. You struggle against your strait jacket and your hood and mumble something as you stumbl...
This is to give a "behind-the-scenes" view of the writing of "Opening Him Up." I apologize it took so long to complete the story, but I thought it was worth it. This essay is more of a rambling to give those that are curious about how and why I wrote this story a look into my real mind. "Opening Him Up" is completely fictional. Some elements were taken and...
I admit it. I was being a bitch. I was pouting and even I didn't know why. The last few days, I'd been snapping at you and everyone else in my life. You knew I was moody before you made me yours, and actually seemed to enjoy bringing me back from my darkness. The little ones were tucked safely in their beds. I had checked on them and was surprised when you...
Her hair was silky-soft and her thighs moist... He came up behind her, his breath hot on the girls neck. His hands reached around to cup her breasts, twist and pinch her nipples A plea escaped from her, "Please! Take me!" "In time. We want to enjoy this" he growled in her ear. The girl squeezed her eyes shut, as if the waiting would cause her death. She...
It was a cool winter's evening, about 2 weeks before Christmas. Sir and I had decided to go out to a production in Lancaster, PA, where they held the Ren Faire in the summer time. The same place was doing a production of Christmas stories, written by Charles Dickens. And we had planned to go to dinner beforehand, at the pub that was open on the faire grounds...