My husband wants to be dominated. By me. Well, it would be a scary prospect in itself, and it surely would break up a marriage or two. Mine is already breaking. We are hanging by a thread here. And one of our biggest problems is sex. Lack of it. I am a slut. Really. I am still, for all intents and purposes, a closeted sub. I had a medical fetish before...
This is not a story as such. It's a collection of erotic notes. I might submit a similar set in the romantic section. Thank you for reading. All comments and suggestions are welcome. ***** A collection of notes 1- 'You have been a bad girl! It's been a month almost since you have not acted like the slut you are. Are you forgetting that you are mi...
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...
I suppose it was all my own fault. I should have known what I was getting into. Or maybe I did know, and that was why I got into it. Sometimes it's hard to say what we do of our own conscious volition, and what we are somehow drawn into doing. But it happened all the same. It was the summer after my junior year in college, when the world still lay before me...
Installment three: Three's A Party Couples' sessions are among my favorite (and least favorite) scenes. Half the time they try and negotiate a threesome with me during the proceedings and the scene goes cold when the no-sex-with-clients boundary is enforced. And most of the rest are not on the same page as each other. Sometimes the man has the fantasy of b...
After years of hiding my secret submissive fantasies I finally mustered the courage to make a profile for a kink dating site. Blushing with shame, I said that my interests included bondage, spanking, and humiliation. I couldn't believe my luck when a dominant woman began chatting me up! She said her roommate was dominant too and asked if I would like to come...
Chapter 9 Friends in the City It only happened because of what was said at the party a month before. Paul had joined a group of four women and the subject of bondage came up. "Have you tried it?" Marti had asked. After some less than adroit verbal fencing he had replied, "I think it depends on the woman. Some would never do it, some put up with it for th...
I'm blindfolded and can hear you doing something in the other room - some rustling. Some shuffling around - is that a bag you've opened? I discreetly test my bonds. They're tight. My hands tied carefully to my knees - I could feel you slowly tying them. Meticulous as always. Checking to make sure they didn't hurt me or cut off circulation. Then tying rope ar...
I had seen myself briefly in the mirror. My face was obscured with blck rubber, my waist, constricted in the corset was the narrow waist of a woman of a century earlier. My head was held high by the thick collar. It was not me who looked back. More than anything, it was this realisation that sent a thrill through my entire being. Master had promised me that...
What do you do with her whore phones? You would say that my wife, Vanessa is perfect in may ways. She has a trim body. She dresses to accentuate her above average swell of breasts and the cut of the muscles above her hip bone. She can, and often does make herself into a dark radiant wonder. She is also a filthy, cum hungry slut. I love that about her, it f...