I just realized that I haven't posted about my session last night with my "dear subbie." I can honestly say, I truly enjoy sessioning this particular submissive...he's taken to his submissive role in a most fabulous way. Last night, I placed dear subbie's initial session instructions on the door leading into my garage. I knew it would catch him by surprise,...
Submission: An Erotic Journey of Discovery One A tiny bead of perspiration traced a path on the man's hair and in spite of the difficulty, managed to move to his skin. Moving slowly down, it meandered aimlessly through the crevices of flesh formed by the constricting leather punishment hood and collar and further down the bound man's body. Glistening in t...
I just got into town and spent the whole day moving in and cleaning my new apartment. I didn't have much furniture but the place needed a lot of cleaning. I saw their was a bar a few blocks away from my apartment and decided to go out for something to eat. It was around five o'clock when I walked in noticed the place was pretty much empty. It was a dark bu...
The Costume Store is an indiscreet shop in the mall. Few people paid it any mind and many walked passed it without giving it a second glance. If they knew what wonders were inside they might have given more thought to going inside. Inside the shop walls were racks and racks of costumes. But not just any costumes. There were costumes that turned the wearer in...
The mule was flanked by the two victorious horsewomen, and the hanged male's journey to meet his purchaser began, his cock erect and rubbing at the silken bondage with the movement of the mule as he squirmed, his anus tingling at his divine sense of helplessness as it clenched and dilated on the stimulating plug as the two women whipped mule and enslaved ars...
A Contribution from Joanna: (as an adjunct to "Matt becomes Mattie"). * Mattie has asked me to consider writing something for you, the reader, especially about my experiences and feelings as regards the education that I have had from my now friend, Duncan. I am not as emotional as Mattie and tend to write in a more matter of fact style focusing on the ev...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
I had a dilemma. You see I am a very kinky individual and my wife is not so kinky so, for a lot of my life, I am kinkily frustrated. Even more so because I know I can easily fix my frustration, simply by visiting a very good friend of mine. Gail has been in my life for longer than I care to remember. We were once lovers, very good lovers who went way beyond...
A homeless hobo is snatched off the street... but is everything the way it seems? It gets crazy-weird from this point on. The concrete is hard and cold. A relentless numbing chill that oozes up sucking the warmth from my shapeless huddle of Oxfam overcoats and tented last week's 'Observer' wrap-arounds. Sleep comes in bursts of icy dream and neon nightma...
The night passed slowly as my fitful sleep was interrupted by cramps in my legs and hips. Each time I attempted to move to relieve the pain, the cinch around my balls would remind me of my mistake. My legs and hips were in desperate need of an opportunity to stretch out for relief, but the folded leg position would not allow it--the pain was almost constant...