"Samantha," I heard him speak my name, so did everyone else. I looked up, to find everyone was looking at me. "Yes Sir?" I answered politely, yet knowing what this was about. "Where is your homework?" he asked me, knowing the answer. "I couldn't find it, did you hand it in?" "No Sir, I left it at home, sorry." Yet I wasn't sorry. Not at that time. I loo...
Edited by Singularity The music in the club is loud that it makes my heart beat like that of an animal running for it's life. The waves of sound radiating from the speakers hit my skirt, and it vibrates with the music; I vibrate with it, dancing, one with the music. The rhythms fill my veins and saturate my blood and I'm high on adrenalin. Suddenly someon...
Roxy bit her lip so as not to make a single sound, she could hear slow heavy footsteps coming closer, and they made her nervous but strangely heightened her excitement. She could sense Him standing behind her now, eyes burning holes in her form, tracing and recording every detail to his memory, a dripping tap in the sink the only noise in the silence that su...
She knew she shouldn't have come back. It had to be the masochist in her coming out. There had hardly been enough time to accept what had happened and move on, but she just couldn't forget. Couldn't bring herself to let the memories die. She had to hurt herself by going back to the cabin and sit in the silence reliving all the stolen moments they'd spent the...
Author's Note: The plot and ideas for this story were suggested by my friend, Shannon_est. This is dedicated to her with love and affection. * As the leather riding crop slashed into her firm, round buttocks, Alison counted each sensual stroke. "Twenty-Five. Thank you Daddy." Alison had never been happier, never in her entire life. In Matthew, she had f...
Well continuing in the vein of chronicles of my experiences I may as well tell you about the very next encounter I had with my new master, as I last left you I had only just discovered my new calling in life. Now I shall tell you about my exploration of this new life style, when I say exploration what I obviously mean is my forced submission into it, and of...
The first lash of her whip hurt like hell—much more than I expected. Looking at mistress sites on the Internet always stimulated me through my eyes—the whip of the dominatrix symbolized her authority—and the visual thrill put me in a submissive mind-set before rushing down to my groin. Then I'd take care of my groin. I know that sounds repulsive, but until...
Middle age is not for the weary. It is for the horny. As I approach my mid-thirties, I find myself becoming more and more perverted with every new day. My wife has always encouraged new things. It was new positions and different places of the house to start with. After the first couple of years we started to experiment with toys and semi-public sex in parks,...
Sammy was looking forward to the holiday because there will be none at home. He was a paying guest and this was his day. He had kept everything ready and as soon as every one left he dashed down to the kitchen and sneaked into the servants room. He found the nightie there and stared longingly at it. It was a Friday and he knew that she had used it for 4 days...
Viviane woke slowly, as though clawing her way out of the darkness. Her head was pounding, and her throat felt dry and torn. Slowly, she blinked, forcing her eyes to open. She regretted it immediately, when light pierced her eyes, forcing her to squeeze them closed again. "My apologies, Highness..." said a deep, vaguely familiar voice, the words faintly ac...