[Note from sub: This, like all our stories, are real accounts of our experiences together.] ---------------------------------------------- We were at a Carnaval festival, one of the biggest of its kind outside of Rio. The colors were bright, the music was thrumming, and everyone there seemed to be out on the prowl. I was topless and being paraded around by...
The tables have now turned. I have him cuffed in the exact position I was in a few nights ago, but I didn't put the blindfold on him. I think it'd be more torture for him to be able to watch, anticipate, and know how badly I'm teasing him because of the fact that he can see me. I won't use the feather on him because that's more fun to do when he is blindfold...
Miranda got home even later than usual. It had been one of those days where she wanted to do nothing more than just jump right into bed and sleep straight through until morning, but she couldn't. Not tonight. She stared at the digital clock on her bedside table; 9:35 PM. That meant that he'd be showing up soon, as he got off work at 10:00. She switched on h...
The plane touched down and she got up rather quickly. She wanted to get home to her husband. It had been two long weeks since she had seen him. She had bought a new pair of thongs and bra for the homecoming sex. Of course, he hadn't called her in a few days which was really worrying her. She made her way to the luggage claims area and got her bags. Her car w...
I sense the sadness in my Master's words to me. My heart aches for him and I wish I could be there more than I am. Times like this remind me of the following saying. "...so I wait for you, like a lonely house, till you will see me and live in me. Till then my windows ache." By Pablo Neruda. It's my very favorite saying of all time and I find it true in...
My straining ears hear the sound of rubber being stretched and twanged. Someone is putting on rubber gloves. Very close to me. Same noise again, this time to my right. I stand with my hands clasped behind my head, naked except for a hard rubber collar and a blindfold closing my eyes tightly shut. It is cool where I stand but I can feel beads of sweat formin...
She looked good in her new underwear: a white and lacy bra pushing her large breasts up and together, French knickers highlighting the delicious curves of her cute arse. Her red hair hung loose around her pretty face, brushing her shoulders. She looked innocent and sweet - ready to be corrupted! I walked slowly towards her, maintaining eye contact as I drew...
I often grew weary of being in the other room, clinging to the walls just to hear her cries of pain and pleasure. Though they mixed in well with the gruffness of his commands, I still hated it. I loathed it so much that I wanted it, wanted in. In, is where I would find myself soon enough. I married him knowing that he trained submissives, and referred them...
I'm the crown prince of all things weird. The name is Julius Jean Guillaume. A tall, and kind of chubby young Haitian-American guy. Six feet three inches tall, dark brown skin and a shaved head. I also keep my face void of beard and mustache. I think it's neater that way. Got to look good if you're a stud, know what I mean? These days, I'm on vacation. It's...
It began with a simple phone call; your voice, telling me to be ready by six. Simple enough: a bath, some careful pawing through my closet, and by 5:45 I was waiting for you. Perfectly punctual, the clock changed to 6 and you were there. A house on the beach was our destination. In shades of steel and white and blue, it seemed to blend with the overcast and...