You come out of nowhere, like a tiger hidden from sight, seen only when he wants to be seen. Spying your prey you move in for the kill. Medium height, long silky brown hair, a tight shirt and even tighter skirt. Oh yes, she is the one. Slyly and smoothly you slip up behind her and start to move with her. She turns to you and meets your eyes. With your dark a...
Over the next couple of months I learned my sex slave duties the hard way, through reprimands, discipline and punishment. The hardest thing I had to learn was keeping the chains on my wrists and ankles. It is hard to walk around with manacles on your ankles. It's even harder if you also have your wrists bound together with a chain and cuffs, even if the cha...
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...
Every August, kinksters from all over the country convene at the annual Black Beat Conference to let off a little steam, party, and revel in some dark debauchery. It's a common meeting ground for people of color in the BDSM community, and the people who admire them, to explore their fantasies with others. It was also an event perfectly suited for Rick and Tr...
Chapter 02 Celia's Wedding Night Two weeks before their wedding, Ken approached Celia. This was the first time Celia had seen Ken since her impregnation. She was immediately aroused, but held her sphincter tightly closed. She had been fantasizing about their wedding night and came close to orgasm when Ken came near her. "Celia," glared Ken, "I am so damne...
Jennifer braced herself as she knocked on the door. "Easy money," she kept saying to herself. "Go in. Do a little dance. Get paid and get out." The woman at the talent agency had told her she would be a natural. She said to "just smile, shake that ass and rake in the dough." But now it was coming down to it. She needed to pay her rent and it was time to...
The spotlights blaze, the music starts, I stride confidently onto the stage, and every man's eyes are instantly on me. I swing my hips and toss my dark hair to the throbbing, pounding sensual beat. Each step flicks my black leather skirt even higher up my bare legs, and watching men glimpse my black panties. The thin white cotton of my blouse shows them the...
"If you getcha one girl, better get two Case you run into Gypsy Lou She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind Always leavin' somebody behind" ~Bob Dylan~ Manic hysteria is oozing out of the Forum tonight. I know it's the groovy British invasion of The Skiffles and all but my mind keeps wandering to what's going to happen after the gig with my men. It...
Bob Gordon got off the bus and hurried to his walkup studio apartment. Once he was safe inside and the door was locked behind him, he turned on the computer that dominated his living space and made a pit stop in the bathroom. While the toilet was still flushing, he returned, removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair and waiting impatiently...
It was the first week in October. The afternoon air was pleasant. It would become quite cold, as soon as the sun set. It had been an early fall. Joan was glad to have the hot tub. Allen did not make enough money, to afford such luxuries. Lisa bought it when she moved in. They had lived on a limited budget, since they had bought the old farm on the edge of t...