This story was written as an assignment for my former Mentor, a wonderful Dom in Florida named Jack. i met Him online when i began exploring BDSM 5 years ago, before I met Master Falcon. Jack would give me writing assignments with specific topics as a way to help me learn about various aspects of BDSM. He would critique my writing as a way to help me learn f...
I woke up panting, tangled in the covers. My boyfriend snored quietly next to me. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slicked the joints of my body, and the juice from my aching pussy gleamed halfway down one exposed thigh. I threw off the blanket to try and cool my overheated body with the night air. I had dreamed of him again--my sweet, passionate, and now-ma...
"Get up." She looked up at him, exhausted and covered in a film of sweat. He meant business. He stared down at her, unsmiling. His breathing was slow and measured. "I will not ask you again." She pulled herself up onto her feet. Her knees felt funny. Her legs felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, embracing...
As he is standing outside her door he can feel his heart in his throat. She opens the door and looks him over. Walking around him she orders him to strip and as he does she takes in what stands before her. "Follow me" she leads him to her play room. he is placed on a table which has been lowered. his arms and legs tied tightly so he can not move. She tests h...
The first mistake is thinking that it's not a mistake. Then it is and there's no way to get out of it. I kissed her. Well... more than just kissed. More like put my tongue down her throat, unbuttoned her top, ran my hand up her skirt and had her hand on my crotch. It wasn't a big deal. Nothing (much) happened at that point... except my wife walked in. So muc...
I am not sure what is to happen but I find myself at your door and knock. A beautiful woman opens the door dressed in high healed boots, black fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt and matching bra top. She asks me in and closes the door. I am nervous and she knows it. She orders me to strip as she turns to leave the hall. I remove my cloths and wa...
She knew he had to wonder why. After all their fighting, her resistance to his persistence...why they'd ended up...here. She wasn't entirely sure herself. Wasn't sure why she slammed him against the wall with all the force she could muster, then crushed her lips against his. Wasn't sure why she devoured his mouth, so insistent against hers, and then... ......
I had taken a walk in the cool spring night to get some air. A night owl flew over head and landed in a nearby tree. Watching the owl fly is when I first saw the woman. She was standing in a window on the second story. The lighting only allowed me to see her silhouette. She was combing her hair. There was something about the way she stoked the brush slowly d...
This happened when I was a senior in high school. 18 years old, yet stuck in prison for just a little while longer. My friend Sean, who had also recently turned 18, and I had been trying to make it through Mario 3. We took the bus after school back to his house, but when we got there, Sean realized he had forgotten something he had to get his parents to sign...
The violet marbled sky seemed wicked. The clouds moved with an angered haste, swinging with the wind. My heart was torn. Below the sky the Spaniard, below him was I, and below I the dampened grass. My shirt was pulled down in the back,but pulled up in the front, the Spaniard's hand was tucked between my bra and my breast, massaging his way to conquest. His l...