I never knew overcooked spaghetti could lead to an orgasm. My job tonight was to cook the pasta for dinner while my Master made the salad and the chicken marsala. I left the kitchen to chat with my Mistress about her day at work. The chit-chat led to making out, which led to me forgetting the pasta. We had to cook a new batch, which led to me being put in t...
Another time, the story went this way. She had gone to a pornographic movie with some friends, and wanted to try out some of the things she had seen for herself. Her boyfriend was nice but not comfortable with kinky or expressive sex, so she sought him out. He was an older man with whom she had had a one night stand some years before. She was wearing a tur...
He stands in the room quietly, looking at the chair before him while he waits. It is ornately carved wood, with light padding on the seat as well as the backrest. There are leather straps attached to the armrests & legs, obviously for restraining someone. He hears the soft footsteps of her bare feet break the silence & he lowers his eyes. She walks over & st...
Nathan unlocked his front door and was confused. The house was completely dark. He had been meeting with his editor and had been invited out for drinks afterwards. Brianna knew that he was going to be late, but she normally waited up for him. She was not the jealous type and knew that when he was out late, she would catch up on her reading or sometimes go ou...
You derived tremendous enjoyment and intense sexual pleasure having me on THE CHAIR at your mercy. Such was your joy that you arranged four more weekly "sessions" for me on THE CHAIR, each far more intense than the previous. With each "session" you became bolder and more vicious in your torments of my body. After the second "session" you even forced me to...
I originally wrote this as a chapter of Pleasure In Control but thought it worked well as a stand-alone story. I'm publishing it now because this is where it fitted in the original, between chapters 13 and 14. You might enjoy it more if you've already read the main story. This is dedicated you all you girls with small breasts - you can have fun too. *******...
It had been several weeks since their experience in the elevator during the blackout. During this time, he had been busy working on the finishing touches to an enhancement to The Chair. He was now anxious to test it out. It had been almost a month since either he or the redhead had used The Chair. When he called her and told her that The Chair was ready fo...
Fiona and Tim had both been looking forward to the Celwood School open day. Tim because he was a past pupil and Fiona because she had been excited by the stories Tim used to tell her about his school days. Fiona had most enjoyed the stories Tim had told her about the times he'd been in trouble and then been subsequently punished by his house master Mr Davis....
During the early seventies I was a young man still in my twenties. I was on my own again after my short-lived first marriage and living in a fairly nice apartment complex in a small city. Though a bit depressed after the break-up of my marriage, I did find a certain amount of solace in my work and I did make an effort to get back in the dating scene. A frien...
Jenna slipped quietly into the home office, closing the door quietly behind her. Her senses strained for the sound of movement inside the house, though she knew her housemate wouldn't be home for hours. She hadn't been imagining things, the chair was right there, nestled in the corner. The sight of it gave her a thrill that tingled up her spine. Yes, Naomi...