This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing l...
Ich hatte eigentlich nie eine Wahl. Wäre ich in besseren Verhältnissen geboren worden hätte ich mich nicht mit Gaunereien über Wasser halten müssen. Der Gouverneur hätte mich nie erwischt und ich hätte ihn nicht umbringen müssen. Die Gerichtsverhandlung war nichts mehr als eine Urteilsverkündung. Man wollte an mir ein Exempel statuieren. Und so wurde ich auf...
She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn't felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a stagnant marriage. All because the ro...
Smack! Ohh. Slap! Ohhh. Bruce continued to slap Barbara's warm pink ass with the leather paddle. He used it as if it were an extension of his own arm. He was obviously well practiced with it. The strikes would come in regular intervals, then the patterns would shift. First one side, then the other. A series of quick light slaps and then a hard whack...
My job was actually pretty easy. You see, I just needed the right set-up. As it happened, it was waiting for me to pounce. At the end of the semester, a small group of students stay behind. Those without other boarding, those who need to stay due to bad grades or just those without nowhere to go. With security at a minimum then, it's the best time to strike....
Barbara, no that wasn't her name anymore. Not since Bruce had brought her into this place and tied her hands over her head, blindfolded her, and beaten her, which, to her surprise, was the most erotic experience she had had. No, she wasn't Barbara anymore. That person was gone. She had become someone else, something else. She had become his. Bruce had said...
I felt the cool night air hit my face as I barreled down the long sloped driveway. The rope around my ankles and knees had converted my movement to just a pathetic hop. Each hop I took caused my aching feet to hurt even more. Just my luck, I had been on my feet all day long and now the opportunity of escape finally presents itself. I told myself I had to kee...
Author's Note: The following is Part 4 of a sequel to "The Dice Game" (https://www.literotica.com/s/the-dice-game-2). It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part Four: Under a Violet Gun As Laura writhed on...