The ride home was short; but terribly, agonizingly long. You didn't speak a word to me, but I could see the tension in the muscles of your jaw. I was in for a long night. You didn't open the passenger door for me when we arrived home, and I felt foolish sitting there while you walked past me. You didn't wait for me at the front door either. I was no match...
"Thank You, Master," My sweet wife and slave said softly, holding the gift in her hands. she sat beside Me on the sofa, looking inquisitively at the wrapped box. "It's clearly too heavy to be skimpy lingerie," she mused with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. "It's not rattling, and it's not ticking. You gave me my 'mundane' gift when W/we were at dinner last...
Tears fell from my eyes with the speed and force of the water tumbling over Niagara Falls. Thick leather cuffs at my wrists were connected by heavy chains to the rafters above; my four-inch black heels were padlocked to me, with short heavy chains ensuring my legs were spread and held close to the bolts in the stone floor. Again and again and again, the bu...
The rattling of chains, the rapid splits of the air, the sharp staccato impacts, the piercing feminine screams... I sat back in the recliner, the small room I was in only dimly lit by a candle on either side of the massive one-way mirror. Wearing only her thin dainty collar and her favorite dreamcatcher-style earrings, My slave knelt at My feet, unable to...
Chapter 13 - In the few seconds I had to inspect the pictures, I found my adolescent fantasies brought to life. I had seen this kind of thing before, Huntress being the most vivid example, but to see some of the world's most powerful heroines bound, helpless and used as meat puppets...well, the reality was horrifying. You of all people should be interested...
Without question, if my parents were to ever see me voluntarily in such a painful and compromising situation, they would first kill my Master, then kill me. Despite the eleven inches of snow covering the mountainside, i wore only my black thigh-high laced-up boots and my collar. The moon was full and very bright on the absolutely-clear night, reflecting ni...
These are stories that reveal women's dominance over submissive men or women. This may even involve physical pain or mental suffering. Submisives will be humilated as they serve women in any capacity they chose. They are reduced to servicing any part of a woman's body without question. Usually, this will involve one part of a woman, which is where the fetish...
"Oh my god that was…" Jessica's words faultered and she let out a little contented sigh because of the orgasm and her mouth finally being free… Well if her mouth was free she might as well use it. Yeah, Jessica thought once her heartbeat became normal. I know ways I could use it that would leave his heads spinning. Jessica licked her lips and the corners of...
The exhausted submissive still moans softly, hanging limply in her bonds, as she remains nicely secured to the metal support at one end of the new clothesline. After such a long and harsh session, amanda's mind is definitely in a fog: her vision, when she dares to open her eyes, seems clouded - not helped by the dimming light of sunset. The tightness of the...
Over the years, she had long been fascinated by - and often masturbated to - brutal punishments with bullwhips. Whether online erotica, professional pornography (especially from Japan), amateur videotapes from online auction sites, exceedingly seedy novels, images found online, tales overheard at The Club, audio files or CDs, or even His imaginative and high...