The following wasn't originally one of MY stories - it's a re-working of a tale that was written to me by a girl that I was involved with "long ago and far away", so it's very much more from her perspective than mine. What follows is, however, a rather extensive editorial re-write of the story as she related it to me. This is one of those true tales, and...
"I love old fashioned discipline, Sir... manacles..." she taunted. "Educated men who know what they want... and who won't blush or go squeamy when they get what they want." "Squeamy...great word. But be careful what you wish for." The next Friday, I brought home a leather collar, like a dog collar, but with silver chains running to adjustable nipple clamps...
You lay the girl's clothes into a suitcase and close the lid. For she has come to You where her "real" persona was left at the door, along with her freedom of the sophisticated world. You close the lid, knowing full well that she has now entered, Master's Domain, His Dominance will reign. Her submissive's rose bud will be allowed to open, under His supervisi...
It hurt. She trembled and lowered herself, long golden fur brushing the leaves and wet grass covering the small hill. She crawled with her legs splayed. Ashamed but unable to contain herself. She whined quietly as the cold dew eased the burning between her back legs. She pulled herself, rubbing her engorged pink sex along the ground. It wasn't enough. No...
She walked into the dark pub feeling totally exposed. The men all turned to leer at her, feasting on her body with their eyes. The women cast a scornful glance toward the door, muttering a few names under their breath. She knew exactly what they were all thinking: she looked like a shameless whore. He had told her exactly what to wear that night: a red cor...
Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland...
Burning. Liquid fire in her veins. Pain. Desperation. An old soul, an inhuman soul, trapped in a body unprepared to deal with the heat cycle. This was worse than usual, however. In the presence of her chosen mate, with their marriage ceremony so near and their hearts brimming with the desire to start a family, her body was on fire. The heat had ravaged her...
Sydian~For the Sensual For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventur...
(Read Zooey -Part 1 before reading this section) We lay there next to each other for a moment in silence, getting our breath back, slowing our racing hearts, letting the heat radiate from our bodies. I ran my hand softly along her side enjoying the touch of her skin. Running my hand up onto the flat of her taut stomach I found a veritable pool of our mingle...
His slave woke up early, the sun streamed through her bedroom window. It seemed to call her to get up, get moving and make the most of her day. She stretched, arching her back a bit as her feet pushed against the cat at the foot of the bed. Her naked body anticipated the phone call later; gently, one hand slide down between her legs and felt the smoothness....