Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
(Writer note, I've borrowed characters from Amazon Tamed and Frontier Bondage) Barry's annual domination charity event was always well attended. The cause tonight was support for refugees of Islamic terrorism. Drinks and food were served by a legion of Barry and his special guest's nude slaves. No domination was allowed until the special bidding was ove...
Prim looked up at me from her position lying on the floor next to where I was shackled. Her bobbed haircut, flushed apple cheeks and wide smile could have been the adoring gaze of a small child indulging her favourite Uncle. In this case it was a curious visual interrogation of my face, her subject, having just force fed me chocolate she had first inserted i...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
Let me start off by saying that all characters are 18 or older and all usual disclaimers apply. This is my first attempt at writing domination. I greatly appreciate all ratings, comments, and feedback. I respond to all emailed feedback. As a 28 year old woman how was it that I still had not been able to find a man that could satisfy my sexual urges? A ma...
At this point, I had figured we would all get to bed, or at least into bed. I'm ready to take Lize for another sexual adventure. Perhaps, we will all stay in my room; perhaps, Lize and I will end up alone. Anything goes at this point. We walk into the hotel lobby. "I'll meet you at the elevators." I tell my companions. I head toward the front desk. "I hav...
"I spoke to you earlier today about your past week's demerits. Why are you here?" "To be punished, Governess," he answered with a quaver in his voice. "How did I punish you last week?" "You gave me a strapping with Becky's belt." "Now I want you to strip. Completely!" "Everything, Governess?" His insides fluttered. "Everything! Quickly!" Governess sto...
Perfumed, made up, and dressed only in an embroidered shift that barely covered her buttocks and that revealed her most intimate parts at the smallest bend, Jella knocked at the door of the returned lord's room. She went in, carrying a tray, and immediately bowed respectfully. With her eyes respectfully downcast, she heard her savior say in a tone full of go...
Loving wife stories: I just can't seem to get enough of them. I get angry when the wimp gives in to an unloving wife, I cheer when the hero comes out on top, I cry when there isn't a happy ending. Okay, maybe not. But I have always wondered what would happen when a loving wife, one who does things for her husband without being cruel, finally gets pushed too...
In previous chapters I have recounted the events of my 36th birthday, and the adventures with Martha. There are wonderful memories of other times with Diana's friends that will make up the contents of this chapter. One day Diana informed me that she had invited some of her friends over for lunch and drinks, and they would be there the coming Saturday. I tho...