I woke early the sun not even up and already I was ready for you. My body warm lying next to you felt like being nestled in the most luxurious sheets available. I looked over at you and saw a faint smile on your lips and I felt contractions of pleasure. I gingerly got out of bed as not to wake you and tip toed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror I smiled...
"When kings the sword of justice first lay down, they are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows. Crowns are empty things. The good of subjects is the end of kings."- Daniel Defoe I have noted for some time now that there are some truisms and proverbs thrown around so much that they seem to be cliché. Among the most exasperating of the...
"Why is it always me?" She whined, half to herself and half out loud. However unfortunately for her it was well in the earshot of her Master. He frowned asking her to repeat what she had just said. Looking straight up at she felt her heart beat a little faster and she straight away noticed the rhythm of her breathing increasing; she deliberately took som...
I moan when I'm turned on. I'm not boasting. I just don't scream, shout, talk up a storm, or put on much of a show when I'm doing it. Sometimes I wonder if I should be writing about sex at all. Fuck it, though. If extroverts can put their business out there, then my introverted ass can, too. The idea for the "quiet" threesome started between me and my love...
It's after midnight. I'm lying spread-eagled tied up to the bed. Blindfolded and gagged. It feels like I've been here for hours, in reality it's probably only been 20 minutes. I knew I shouldn't have done it. Teased you all evening while out, you told me I'd pay for it. I didn't believe you, got all mouthy cause we were out in a public place. When you grabbe...
It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...
Goddess Lulu's juicy lips squished together, forming the perfect tip and pucker as the middle of them slightly parted. The slave was pinned down by the sheer power of her beauty, forced to look up at her and watch what was happening. His eyes bulged looking up at her in desperation, weakness and eagerness. The fire in her Domina eyes lit up as the trail of f...
Dressing up for my lover is one of my favorite things to do. Yesterday I decided to fulfill his sweet and innocent fantasy. I put on a pink frilly nightie, white stockings, white lace panties and heels. I was putting my hair into pigtails, when I heard the front door open. He walked to the kitchen and I could hear him making himself a drink. When I was done...
It had been such a long time, maybe she'd been too good, maybe He had been too wrapped up in other things. Whatever the reasons, she was not looking forward to 12.30pm That was the text on her phone, "My study, 12.30pm, Tomorrow." She simply answered, "Yes Sir" He could have asked her in person, but felt texting was more official. A restless sleeple...
Mistress Regina Saint-Pierre woke up with a smile on her face. Her father James and her brothers Lucien Saint-Pierre and Eric Saint-Pierre were so proud of her. Yesterday she assisted in the breaking in of the toughest member of the new batch of exotic-looking Black slaves which they purchased for the family's brand new Plantation in the City of New Orleans,...