- Ashley was lonely and horny... She was getting ready to go to Matthew's party. They'd known each other since she used to work at the bookstore. He'd been a regular customer there getting all his professional books from them. He didn't read much else than textbooks. That's what he'd told her when she struck a conversation with him. She had kind of a crush...
she waited in the driver's seat, trembling with sweet anticipation and a little bit of fear all at once. Only a week ago she was just a wife and mother experimenting with the sexual pleasures of the lifestyle. Now suddenly she found herself on an excitingly dangerous path through areas of eroticism she'd never explored before. Words like submission, enslavem...
*For my Master* I awaken slowly, my vision gradually returning in a blurry haze, my body still tingling. I am half sitting on the ground, wondering how I had fallen, noticing the small damp spots of my salvia on my dark denim shorts, being unable to control it as I had gasped for air. The carpet looks slightly discoloured, as my consciousness creeps back in...
Sarah knelt in her usual position on the cushion by the side of the bed. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, and the blindfold and ball gag were securely in place. The end of her leash was hanging on a hook to her left. She was never supposed to move in, or dire punishment would ensue. Of course, sometimes she liked the punishment. Her master was do...
Soames watched casually from behind the counter as Pangborn Mislaburski wandered through the aisles, looking unhappy. What could Pang want? Pang had been the "punk" of a series of muscular young men, supporting them royally as comptroller of a chain of coin laundries across the state. Soames was unsure how Pang did it, but he'd pick up a young man here...
This story is entirely fictional! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! ***** She walked up to the door, ignoring the steadily increasing urge to turn around and just leave. A BDSM club? Was she crazy? She shook her head hard, trying to get rid of the thoughts. She had dreamt of this for a long time, so it was now or never. She took a de...
Hello, there. My name is Braxton Teller. A big and tall, black-haired Irishman living in the magnificent city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a defense attorney with Lawson, Teller & Pierce, one of the top criminal defense law firms in the Commonwealth. My beloved spouse Nikki O'Leary Teller is a stay-at-home wife. We met while she was a liberal arts s...
We had jumped off from the western side of the Panama Canal and were 8 days into the passage to the Marquesas. It was a beautiful day, the wind was running on a comfortable beam reach. The sun was shining brightly and the seas were relatively calm – only a little bounce now and then. Not too bad for me, but hell on Holly. She was tied to the mast. Arms stret...
/** This is a real life story that is ongoing and a way for me to write about what's going on with my little online adventure with the D/s world. It's the most I'm willing to jump into for now but so far it is turning out to be quite an experience already. Feel free to comment. **/ I finally decided to take the plunge. Well, sort of. After all these years...
For some time, Lucy had been curious about what it would be like to be completely dominated by a man. She had read many stories about BDSM but she had never experienced it herself. She had never even thought about it until she met Andrew. They met in a chat room and seemed to click immediately. At first, they did not discuss anything about her sexual curiosi...