The phone on Miss Martinet's expansive (and expensive) mahogany desk buzzed discreetly. On the other end, a demure woman's voice murmured, "The two students you asked for are here, ma'am." "Send them in," Miss Martinet replied, her well-manicured hands patting her tight bun of silver-streaked hair and then she straightened the collar of her blouse. The do...
Chapter 3: The Training As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes. For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We wor...
Sleep didn't come easy for me. I was still troubled by the circumstances leading to your punishment. You had hurt me deeply, deeper then you knew. The previous day I spent twenty minutes searching my emails for one particular thing, a woman's name. In my mind it was evidence of you seeing someone else. And there it was. I knew I wasn't crazy. At first I was...
Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to e...
Greetings all, I wish to thank all who have read, voted, and commented on this series. This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real persons are strictly coincidental. I also need to state that everyone in this chapter is above the age of 18. I also wish to thank Steve...
I am a new writer and would greatly appreciate votes and comments! thanks! *** Hunter slapped me harshly across the face. Her thin, but lightly muscled, arms quivered in anger. "How dare you! How dare you humiliate me like that! You are disgusting ... Sometimes I don't know why I keep you ..." These words hurt worse than the slap. Hunter is my Mistress....
"I have a surprise for you today, slave" he sternly proclaimed from behind her, hidden, dark and looming like an imminent storm. As Lydia squirmed uncomfortably under the strain of the rope, her pelvis began gyrating quickly on the soft, brown leather-upholstered sawhorse. This was a routine as familiar to her master as it was to her, and both were acutely...
He watched her hair blowing in the wind. She was standing near the sliding glass door. Her face was upturned into the moonlight. Her dress swirled around her legs, her feet bare. She turned her head ever so slightly, and he caught a glimmer of diamond as the moon caught the gems in her ears. "Beth" he spoke her name. One simple word. She turned her head sl...
"I've been a bad girl." I confessed. "What did you do?" "I came without your permission, Sir." "Tell me, slut." Cringing, I related the story of the night before. I had been reading an erotic story online about a novice sub's trials before being accepted by her first Dom. I pictured myself in her role and cast you as the Dominant. While indulging in this...
In the first two chapters, Priyanka (Priya) was being punished for the attitude for which she had shown towards her classmates. She had her hair forcibly cut and was also given an enema. But getting her haircut had caused her to have a series of orgasms. Thus, she ended up having an orgasm and got enema all over her. Now her punishment continues. Priya was...