Denise and Mike were in the middle of a quiet meal, by themselves, at their favorite Italian Restaurant. Their daughter was on the way to her grandmothers and their son was at work in a nearby Japanese restaurant. The evening had been uneventful with Denise's salad and Mike's minestrone soup acting as nice appetizers for their main course. The service that n...
Prologue Dusk had set in and and it had begun raining only moments after class let out. Mark was going to pay for this. Ammy had gotten out of class hours ago and he had promised to pick her up. Maybe "hours" was an exaggeration. She really had no way of telling since her cell phone died during the lecture. Without it, she was effectively stranded until Mar...
I shiver and shift my weight, the straps bite into my flesh in all the familiar places. As I move the frame rattles. He likes it to have a little give so that it makes noise when he gets vigorous. I'm waiting. He'll keep me waiting. I hope it isn't too long. I'm on all 4's, strapped firmly in place. I'm wearing the school uniform that he likes, my bum up i...
"Dev? Dev?" She walked quickly along the hallway, looking in each room. "Devilbliss where the hell are you?" "I'm here!" the voice came from a room at the end of the hall. "Devil, we're gonna be late," she shouted as she marched towards the room and stepped inside. "For god sake take a chill pill, it don't start til 8!" Devilbliss was lying naked in her b...
This is the second part of my first story. English is not my mother tongue, so please be gentle. Have fun. *** How did she do that? How did she get him to humiliate himself like that? Marc was still sitting on his chair in the middle of the room, inside the mistress's dungeon. Still wearing the black slutty lingerie, the transparent high heels, no panties....
She had barely dozed off when she heard his key in the lock. She roused slightly as the door shut behind him with a click. He went straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and her heart began to race. By the time he came into the bedroom, fumbling to get undressed in the dark, she could barely contain herself from getting up to greet him. Instead, she la...
Before You asked me to write something, so I did, I wrote about the time when I watched you; an early evening in early winter, or perhaps late autumn. It was dark outside and we were going out, I'd bounded up the stairs in socked feet, grasping the handrail in easy sweeps, eager to be ready to take you out. Through the crack between door and wall I caught...
I look out the large window of my office, staring down at the club floor. Half naked men and women mill around, readying themselves for the night. I stare at the half dozen themed rooms, all of them only visible from my office. There is the Prep Room, full of showers, baths, and various other things your slave needs before beginning the night. The Dungeon, f...
This event happened almost a year ago today. It is all true. Thank you very much for the feedback on my last story. Again, I encourage feedback and comments. Please email them to me. I am still very new at this "erotic fiction writing", but trying to learn and I also want to write in a fashion that people like. It's the sub in me, I guess. ;-) * To say tha...
Having sex with disabled people is not a fetish. Maybe some things surrounding it are fetishistic, at least for myself. I can agree to that. I can agree that my attraction to physical weakness could be called a fetish, since it's tied in with my desire to dominate and other power dynamics, but that's beside the point. The point I'm making is that disable...