Leah moaned softly in pain and fear. It seemed like she had been in this position for hours. She was bound with her wrists in leather cuffs secured over her head by chains and her legs were widely spread by a stretcher bar. It was simple bondage, but elegant, displaying her body perfectly. She wore only a pair of high heels and a leather blindfold. Around h...
He woke up in the dark, feeling warm and sleepy, but excited too. His mind woke him, yet again, with thoughts of his upcoming visit from his Mistress. He had been dreaming, dreaming of being tied and helpless, and of being touched all over with hands, stroking, caressing. He dreamed that his Mistress had given him the pleasure of being touched by so many ha...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...
Rick was still riding the high on the restaurant scene as they strolled into the house. But he'd also been thinking it was time for some conversation. So he steered her into the formal dining room and sat her down near the corner of the large table. He sat at the head of the table angling their chairs so they were facing each other across the corner of the t...
Into the banquet hall, the three of them gracefully tread. Even in the nude, their stateliness was evident in the way they carried themselves. Esmerelda, in her deeply tanned bodice, moved with the litheness of a tribal queen. Her body was tightly sculpted with very slight breasts, shapely toned thighs, and a taut stomach. The only evidence of her royalty wa...
I have been toying with the idea of a Nutcracker story for several years now -- having had my own sort of Nutcracker tale in the form of my very first BDSM experience. This is very loosely based on that experience, but someday I will eventually write the real story for you all. And of course, this is merely the Overture, as it were. In the future -- perhaps...
Fortunately, there wasn't too much damage and nobody was hurt. The fire that had started in our kitchen hadn't spread to the rest of the house and, by the time the fire department arrived both my wife and I were waiting on the front lawn still dressed in our night-clothes. We watched the fire fighters work quickly and heard the occasional snigger and giggle...
I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the middle of the room you kneel with your back to me, your eyes blindfolded, and your hands cuffed behind your back. Other than the cuffs and blindfold, you are naked. As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you were supposed to be. Whilst you waited for me you had rested your arse...
Everyone in this fictional story is over 18 and consenting. Play safe, people. ***** "I don't care if she has a lift or not! I didn't invite the bitch and I don't want her at my fucking party!" The girl's voice was harsh, with an almost hysterical edge, making some of her friends outside wince in sympathy with the target of her rage. "Come on, Olivia," o...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is two days since my last confession." "Tell me your sins, my child." The young nun knelt by his side, head bowed in shame, her hands clasped in prayer at her chest. The priest looked down on her, his cock already rising, feeling her so close to his eager body. He waited with fervent anticipation as he expected to l...