This is the fourth chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life. When the door closed, Gloria was alone with her thoughts. She lay there listening to her heartbeat. Her chest was still heaving, as she...
I stand in a large finished basement. The floor is hardwood and the walls are painted a deep blue, not the color I was expecting, but I liked it. All kinds of equipment is scattered around the room. A low padded leather table is off to one side, a Saint Andrews Cross on another. Chains and cuffs hang from the ceiling. There are numerous cabinets on one wall,...
Author's Note: Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my Holiday 2018 Contest entry. Please take the time to enjoy all the entries. They're really pretty great. This is a work of fiction. It would be best if you just suspend disbelief and enjoyed it. This is a work of fantasy. Time is compressed. This is a short story by Lit standards; just u...
On this particular day, her assigned name was Kitty. At least that's the name she was given by her soon-to-be Dom for the night. She had just gotten off duty from her late night job as the hotel receptionist. It was the best job she was able to land after graduating college with a degree in management. The work itself was neither exciting nor challenging. Ho...
My job was actually pretty easy. You see, I just needed the right set-up. As it happened, it was waiting for me to pounce. At the end of the semester, a small group of students stay behind. Those without other boarding, those who need to stay due to bad grades or just those without nowhere to go. With security at a minimum then, it's the best time to strike....
After having finally given in to Greg and her own mind and body, Brie suddenly felt free. All her life she had felt like she had to be in control, had to know exactly where she was going and how to get there. Now, she wanted nothing more than to let Greg lead her. To have him be in control and take her where he wanted her to go. It was scary for her but in a...
This story was written for Mistress A by Her obedient one ********* I hear a knocking at the door; I look at the clock she is right on time. I pat her on the head and beckon her to enter. she enters on her knees; once inside the door is closed and she asks permission to stand so she can disrobe. I ask her if she is dressed in the manner that she has been i...
As I lay on top of the vaulting horse with a clear view of Leonardo and Venus who were both still assuming the position. I focused on the sensations assaulting my body, my cock stretched by the leather cock trap, my cock and balls held in a vise like grip by the "lips" of the leather "pussy", my nipples tormented by the twist lock clamps attached by the smal...
(editors: thanks for the great job you guys do!) * * * * * I'd always hated that phrase, "topping from the bottom". It made me think of greedy so-called submissives who say "I only want what pleases my dominant," and then proceed to mindfuck their master or mistress in order to get what THEY want. It's bad enough when vanilla people manipulate their partne...
Friday night - late It was late when the doorbell rang. Bili stretched as he left the couch to answer the door. A grin stretched across his face as he looked through the peephole in the door. It was Megan. It had been two weeks since she had left his home. He had thought that it would take her another week or two to get the nerve to come by again. He opene...