I am a bad puppy, coming to my Master without real training, or real devotion to the task of being a good dog. He took me for a walk in his fenced garden my first day, and I was very bad indeed. I picked up a flower I thought was pretty and handed it to him. Master was quick to point out the error of my action. Dogs didn't pick flowers. They might smell them...
My wife and I have made it a point once a week to have game night as a way of staying close and having fun. Each week one of us chooses for the next week what the game is to be and we alternate weeks. The games master for that week is in charge and can not be denied, his or her ruling is final on whatever matter is in question. Having the nights definitely...
After my first encounter with Suzanne I was hooked. I loved the power and control I had over her and I wanted more. Over the weeks following our first time together we kept up our e-mail correspondence and I found out a few more things about her but the whole time I was trying to figure out the best way I could use her again. I told her during our encounte...
He'd been standing for such a long time now. The burn was starting to spread across his shoulders from having his arms stretched out. His toes a bit numb from pulling against the rope at his ankles. He was really starting to think he couldn't handle anymore. She was coming over now, ready to subject him to another round of delightful torture. He didn't know...
"This has got to be the sickest stunt us Delts have ever pulled," Phoebe whispered. "Poor Colleen." "Shh," Brooke said. She watched Colleen through the gauzy curtain surrounding the bed. "I mean it," Phoebe said. "I could puke. How can she stay so cool?" "Because she's Colleen," Brooke snapped sotto voce. "She's our president and she's got Delta Sigma Eps...
His early dinner date was set up for five o'clock. The woman known as sensual kitty would be meeting him her future Master at the Derby Steak House. The sun light reflected off the glass exterior as he approached the door carrying the large flat silver wrapped box. The Master paused momentarily, as he stepped into the darkened interior of the exclusive resta...
The woman across the table was on the younger side of middle aged, attractive, and at least partly asian in descent. Her figure was well shaped, with a bit of plump lushness that hinted at full bodied passion in everything she did. That figure was encased in a sheer black dress, stopping just short of mid-thigh. Her long, slim legs were highlighted by black...
This is another story of the antics of Heather and Tom. If you liked this please read the other Heather and Tom stories: Decency Broken Trip to the Dentist Return to the Dentist *************** "Have you ever thought about BDSM stuff Tom?" Here I was, just sitting watching TV relaxing and Heather just walks in and without any introduction to the topic j...
I looked down at my cell phone. The two way talk ID popped up. I shuddered. "Hey baby, come out, come out, wherever you are. Be prepared, cause when I find you; You're going to find out that life is a bitch.!" My God! What the fuck was happening to me?---------- I've created some kind of a monster! It was just a little joke. It wasn't even mean. I don't d...
I watched Rachel's toned backside as she strode uphill, her shorts pulling tight with each step. It was a good view and I felt a tingle in my cock. I hitched my rucksack up; Rachel had put some extra things in it, lunch she said, and it felt heavy. 'Are you going to tell me where we're going?' I asked. She patted the map that was tucked into her rucksack'...