You're already in the restaurant looking at the door waiting for me. I'm probably in the car freshening my lipstick. I walk in looking for you – not sure if from the one picture I'll know you when I see you or vice versa. But, of course, that's all made moot when we spot each other. I walk over to the table where you stood up to greet me with a happy smile,...
It was Friday and my boyfriend had been dropping hints all weekend about tonight being for me to experience something new. He knew that I was going to be in meetings all day and during the morning I heard my phone chime with a message alert. The person leading the meeting gave us all the evil eye and I decided that the message would have to wait until we ha...
An Introduction to Submission for Christmas Today is the day I get to meet Sir and experience real submission. Both excitement of the night to come and nervousness side tracks me during the morning as family begin to arrive for Christmas day celebrations. What will tonight be like? Will Sir be happy with my submission, will I provide him satisfaction? I ha...
This had not been part of his plans. As a confused, frustrated man tried to gather his wits about him, Lurker knew that he had given in to simple animal lust. Not that there was anything wrong with that, under the right circumstances, but now was not the time and place. Lurker rose from his seat. Kitten watched as the expression melted from his face. The s...
I felt the gentle touch of your hand on the inside of my elbow, and instantly smiled. It was our signal, and it always pleases me to see you remember your training so very well. you were telling me in the most nondescript of ways that you were there at your master's side. Standing just behind me, and waiting for the answering gesture of me pulling you into t...
(Authors Note: This is a true story about me and my Kutiya's life. This first part has no sex at all. I apologize to all the readers who expect great and nasty sex right from word go, seeing as I am posting this story on an erotic story site. In my defense I would say, this story is just to set up the subsequent stories which indeed has nasty, filthy and per...
She walked into the room, to find him sitting in front of his computer, in his spinning office chair... At the sound of her footsteps, he turned, chair and all, to face her. He looks her up, then down, then raises his eyes again, slowly, so slowly, back to her face. She stops in front of him, one hand on her hip, pure arrogance showing through, in her stanc...
When one becomes an MC (Mind Controller), does there need to be a MC organization? If so, how is the organization defined? What are its goals and motivations? How should Mind Control be defined? Can it be used to do anything? Does one just “push” an emotion or idea on the subject or does one manipulate matter at the molecular level to stimulate portions of...
Nancy found his ad in the Personals section of her campus newspaper. His requirements were very specific: “Serious older disciplinarian seeks college freshman for bladder control training and discipline. Must be Lolita type 18 or older. Should look 15 or 16 years old – a hint of ‘baby fat’ a plus …” Nancy had just started her freshman year at State Univers...
Needless to say, you are surprised to see her on your doorstep. You thought that it was over when you left her apartment. That was a great vacation and a great time but the distance and the differences were too great, but here she is and smiling. Opening the door wider, you smile broadly. "I didn't think I would see you again, darling," you say as you star...