You are just kicking off your shoes. The meetings are finally done. One night here, at a decent hotel, and back home in the morning. A knock sounds on the door. "Room service," a muffled voice says, maybe. It's a little hard to tell. "I didn't order room service," you grouse even as you walk to the door, resigned to a discussion you don't want to have....
We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I carried all of our new things into the house. By this time my feet were killing me so I took off the heels and sat down for a minute. My feet were throbbing; it felt so good to get those shoes off. I have a new respect for women who wear these things all the time. Megan grabbed a few bags and walked up to...
Chapter 10 – Conditions A full 15 minutes had passed since Miss Sharp had experienced the most powerful & intense orgasm in her life. She was still shaking a little, slowly regaining the control of her legs. Sat opposite her, her assistant was smiling intently at her. 'How about I go and get us some coffee? And then we can talk...' Jack said. And with that...
It had been nearly two weeks since I was disciplined at the hands of my mother and Madam. The bruises on my ass and cock were a distant memory, and I was growing frustrated with the chastity device that was locked on my cock. As a child I had become addicted to playing with myself, and the compulsive habit followed me into adulthood. I had never been forced...
"Simon, I'm going to need a lift this evening. Pick me up at 8.00pm." The voice was not to be denied. It wasn't unpleasant, or unfriendly. It was just not to be denied. "Yes, Miss Bloxham." "And you'll take me home when I am ready." Miss Bloxham was always in charge, and always "Miss Bloxham". Miss Bloxham stood tall, with her long black hair tie into a "b...
He comes to me to be used, to be degraded, to become nothing more than a double-ended piece of pipework. A sly winking poke-point on one end, a gaping wide receptacle on the other, there to catch the slurry of filth my body produces. To feed him. To force him. To make him. His only purpose is to be my human toilet. I do not need him. This isn't abo...
This happened several years ago. I relive it in my mind now and then and wish it could be repeated every time I do. I all began innocently enough, after all I was at a family holiday gathering at the home of my brothers wife's sister. The only family member missing was my niece, Ashlee, she would be arriving later as she had to work a few hours that Christm...
He can sense her in the room as he always does when she walks in. He’s on his knees, eyes on the floor. He knows better than to turn around and look at her. He’s not allowed to look at her until she gives him permission. She stands behind him, watching him. She loves that he has no idea what she’s wearing. And has no idea what to expect. It’s the surprises...
In the previous stories about Mark and Eileen we learned how they both had a rubber boot fetish but were reticent to admit and would often accuse the other of having such. This story occurs some 30 years prior when they first met while doing graduate study at the University of Cork in Ireland. Please note that all of the characters at all time were over the...
With a graceful spring, Thea seemed to soar up onto the top of her desk, where she stood with her legs apart. I knelt and gazed in worshipful wonder at the exquisite beauty of her endless, latrix-clad thighs and the swollen sex-lips above them, glistening with her arousal and pouring their lust-inducing, musky perfume into the air. She had become a true godd...