Maestro returned from a day of shopping with four silk ties. "Why do you need so many? You don't have to go into an office," I asked, oh so innocently. He nonchalantly strode into the bedroom, ignoring my questions, and over to the bed. "Marie, these aren't for my neck, they're for your wrists and ankles." He tied them to the four corners on the frame of...
This is a follow-up story to my weekend in Chicago with my husband Steve. He is now my little panty boy and I love the fact that I now have a way to control his sexual arousal. The first week that we returned home from his meeting I had Steve wear new his panties to work under his business suits and because of our shopping trip, he had enough girly panties t...
He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed. Tonight she'd push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him. She'd searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leat...
My wife Jill was led on the sofa when I came in from work. She was wearing her short pyjama's. Jill had come a long way this year with her sexuality. Up until a few months ago our sex life was basically dead. But one day she came out with how she felt I was missing out on sex. We had a long chat and she declared that she would be more available for sex in fu...
Her tight, rear hole was stuffed full to capacity by the large toy. It was short by the typical standards of toys, going by the adage of bigger, aka longer, was better. Rather, it was a mere five inches in length, but it more than made up for that lacking with a diameter of almost two and a half inches. It had a short, rounded head that didn't allow her hole...
Epilogue Awakening I passed out again. "What is your name?" a voice out of the blackness asked me. My name? "Yes." My name is? I shook my head, it didn't move. A blackness engulfed my mind again. "Your name is Sydney." When I next opened my eyes I immediately tried to sit up and found that I couldn't. My hands wouldn't move either, I was in a panic....
"Honey! Could you come upstairs, please?" Bob calls down the stairs. "What do you want? I'm busy." shouts Linda in reply. "I want to show you something." "Can't it wait?" "Well, I suppose... But, can't you come up for just a minute?" "Okay..." Linda grumbles as she sets a jar of spaghetti sauce down on the kitchen counter. "I was going to start making d...
The anticipation was "killing" her. Half day off tomorrow, her husband Jeff was going away with his mates for a few days including the weekend and she was house sitting for her friend who was on holidays overseas. A few stress free days. She smiled outwardly. Her happy demeanor visible to all and sundry but what no-one could see was the moisture invading her...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
NOTE: The original artwork for this story has been removed to facilitate easier publication on this site. If you would like to see the illustrations, please contact me. Enjoy! "Oh my God, she's online!" he thought. "Do I message her? Would that seem to eager?" Jonathan was so flummoxed the moment he'd been eagerly anticipating had arrived and now he didn't...