Sasha had me strip down while she cleaned me up. I was then told to put on a shorty nightgown. I was then taken to a bedroom and allowed to rest. I was exhausted. We had been at it for seven hours. I was awoken at mid-night by Sasha and dressed as before with fresh makeup applied to my face and hair re-arranged. "We have company and you are the entertai...
We did not come together and I would have thought it was totally spontaneous except for the predatory way you were looking at my through the evening. And the totally sophisticated way that you were asking me to refresh your drink all night. I suppose I should have gotten the hint in the way you captured my eyes and drank the whole glass of water in one long...
I met Lady J through a recommendation but had not spoken to her prior to our first meeting. Our arrangements were made through e-mail and there was little description of what to expect. I had only seen a picture of her face but was impressed by what I saw. I had no other idea of what was to come. As I drove down her driveway, my heart quickened over its alre...
I've been blinded. Not truly, but the fact that all I can see is flickering shadows tells all. My shoulders ache, not to the point that I've been using them but more along the lines of they've held my weight for longer than they should. Cold, another sensation that tells me I've been captured to some extent. Full, realized by the fact that my ass is stretche...
"Yes, Timothy, I've been to dungeons and dominatrixes everywhere" the old man said. "St. Petersburg, Bucharest, Rome, Naples, Athens, Cyprus, Paris, Marseilles, Barcelona, Lima, Munich, Jordan, Abhu Dhabi, and Santiago, and that's all I can recall just now." Tim leaned towards his Great-Uncle Bennett with some interest. They were having coffee at an out...
As the train drew near the station I gathered up my few belongings and stepped into the aisle with the other disembarking passengers. I had no luggage, only my bulky purse, my sweater, and a paperback copy of "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy". The instructions had said to leave all personal belongings behind. Anxiously I fingered the corner of the placa...
Downstairs in Stuart's dungeon, the lights were quite dim. Mistress Lydia had allowed her slave, Thomas, to walk down the stairs because having him crawl was simply too impractical. Contrary to common expectations, Stuart had created a warm, welcoming dungeon - no bare brick walls and cold floors here. Instead, the walls were padded and lined with red velvet...
Miss Jenn's pet had been waiting all week to see his Mistress and today, Friday was that day. She had ordered him to finish all his work before she arrived, so that they would have more time to play. He was so excited, that he could hardly pay attention to what he was doing, but he knew better than to get on her bad side; or at least more than he had already...
Salutations, sluts, bitches and pigs. This is Mistress Yasmina Hussein, a happily divorced Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I've been dabbling in the realm of BDSM for a while and I've gotten quite good at it. What can I say? I like to dominate both men and women, especially people of color. Black on Black BDSM and Kink are suprem...
Vivian had had a long day at work and now that she was home it was time to relieve some stress. She went up stairs to her bedroom. Ten minutes later she laid on her bed naked having just taking a shower and slowly ran her hands down her body until she got to her breast where she rubbed gently up to the nipples. She took them in between her fingers and pinche...