There's a knock at the door and as I open the door dressed only in my short, black satin robe I see a white boxed tied up with a big red bow. I know it's from HIM. I've never seen HIM but I know him by his touch & scent. The note on the box says go into the bedroom, use what's in this box to get ready for your next lesson slave girl. I do as HE tells me an...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to write more. Also, take a moment and vote, yo...
“What are you waiting for? Get my crop now!!” Mistress Darnisha snapped impatiently. Her bondage of my balls left me hobbling over over to her chest of "toys." The latch popped open with a click. Inside were her implements of pain and pleasure. Everything from anal probes to barbed whips resided in this box. She'd used them all on me at one time or another...
If you want to see where this story is set, Google Maps will find the Waimakariri River at 43°27'33.69"S, 172°23'18.08"E. This is fiction - in real life you have to worry about injury and permanent skin damage. -------------------- A Walk by the Waimakariri ------------- Mason flicked through the rack of clothes. "This will do nicely," he announced. He'...
Beatrice led Brandy to a wooden frame in front of an ornately carved chair set on a dais. The heavy frame had metal hooks attached to it in several locations. Beatrice stretched Brandy's arms up to each side of the frame and attached the cuffs around her wrists to a pair of these hooks, several inches above head level, then spread the slave girl's legs apart...
Chapter 1: The Toy Store As a reward for getting shape, losing weight and, ultimately, hitting my goal weight, my Master rewarded me with a trip to Las Vegas to party. Always petite, I had reclaimed my former curves and was very proud to once again measure 36-27-36 on my 5'2" frame. At 5'10", Sire had always had a considerable size advantage on me. But wha...
The clover clamps are attached to my nipples. I'm naked and blindfolded. My arms are behind my back, left hand holding right forearm; right hand holding left forearm; bondage tape holding them securely in place. My legs are cuffed to the spreader bar at my ankles, and the bar is extended as wide as it will go. There are two weighted metal kegel balls inserte...
I remember the grass tickling my back and my ass, as I waited for Ray to return with the clamp and weights for my clit. This was going to hurt, for sure! I had never had a clamp on my clit, but I knew it wouldn't be a good feeling, based on how my nipples hurt when clamped. I heard footsteps, and then felt fingers playing with my clit. Maybe if it didn't ge...
She stands at the bus stop, her breath appearing to be wispy smoke as it leaves her lips on this icy winter night. Her face clearly displays her discomfort, but – despite the natural, inherent guesses of the few passersby and the people in the few vehicles driving past the bus stop – it is not due to the biting winter wind coming off the massive lake just a...
"Get up!" You faintly hear the order as your mind is still cloudy from the orgasm your Master has just given you. One that is sure to result in punishment because you were unable to ask permission before you cummed. "I said Get Up!" I command again this time pulling on the restraints around your wrists lifting you up on to your feet. In your orgasmic blis...