The chair is high-backed with no arms, the sort you would normally find at a dining setting, however this one is not at a dining setting and not in a dining room. It is situated at the side of a room, about a metre out from the wall. I am seated in it with my arms tied together behind the back of the chair and my legs pulled back and tied to the rear legs of...
Sandra stood in front, of the full-length mirror. Her hair, was done. Her makeup, was on. She was naked, as she viewed her image. Sandra had never considered herself, pretty. She turned around before the mirror, to look at herself, critically. Sandra had just turned eighteen, two months ago. In many ways, she felt like a little girl. She didn't look like a...
My wrists strained at the ropes that bound me to the chair. The vibrator taped to my cock was driving me mad while I watched my leather clad bride mount her lover's huge black cock. Angel smiled at me teasingly, knowing the pleasure and pain I was experiencing.... Suddenly I heard her key in the door I quickly turn off the magic wand, put it in the desk dra...
Peering out the peephole of my door, I could see you standing there upon the stoop. I noticed that you were nervous, for some reason, as you were nibbling on your lower lip, as is your habit to do so when you are nervous or uncertain. You stood with your back to me and slowly, when you heard my voice, turned to face me. You gave me a mischievous smirk of a s...
Tara was dreaming about being trapped in a confined space as vines wrapped about her body. She involuntarily jerked her legs to kick free of the confinement, and was awakened sharply as the kick jerked her shoulders back. Light bits of pain shot through her shoulders. She looked around the room, it was dark except for the street light spilling in from the wi...
In quick succession you raise the paddle three more times and bring it down onto my ass cheeks, hard. The fourth blow catches the back of my thigh and the sharp familiar pain flashes through me. That one was meant to sting. With each stroke it becomes harder to retain my composure, each time I bite down on the gag and try not to cry out. I'm fighting the urg...
It proved to be an extraordinary evening of discovery—and conflicting emotions. I simultaneously learned of my long-suppressed craving for Ying and my previously—to me—unimaginable streak of a Domme’s cruelty. Master had refilled the funnel in Ying’s mouth with his urine, then taken my hand and led me to the bedroom. Ying was left squirming in her cuffs o...
Ellie dressed excitedly. Mistress Joules never held parties and to be invited; her heart fluttered. Mistress had asked her to arrive early, to help her with the decorations. The though of doing some work filled her with dread so she focused on the fun parts. She wondered who would be there, what the food would be like, thoughts that Mistress might collar her...
All my stories are part reality, part fantasy and part fiction. If readers don't like the content or style then they should move on to the next stories and not just critise without ever publishing their stories. ***** After our first adventure with anal sex and further nights of anything goes sex while Sally was bound and gagged, I'd tried fucking her with...
Long day at work, she thought to herself, taking a swig of diet coke and placing it back into the cupholder. Road signs, stop lights, and pedestrians blurred past her as she drove home. She was already planning out her evening, starting by taking off her shoes, dropping her bag, and immediately making herself a very tall scotch—on the rocks, of course...