My fantasy is based on my partner and I obtaining a tightening back-laced corset. I envision him tightening it as much as he felt comfortable with... but also causing me distress. As the corset tightens, it knocks my breath away and limits being able to get a full breath back, creating a sense of panic and excitement. Physical movement is extremely limited...
A couple of months have passed since you signed your contract and right now; life is good. You're training with WWE superstars. Living with your best friend AND there's already been talk of your NXT debut. However; you haven't seen Nikki since the day you signed, and you're starting to worry that you did something wrong or that she hates you now. It's Mond...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 13 *** It's hard to focus on what I'm doing, knowing, or rather, -not- knowing what's going on in the basement. It isn't soundproofed, exactly, but not a lot of noise gets out. At least for humans. As it is, every so often, I catch a little noise. Nothing that makes me really discern...
COMING TO HEEL Paul bit his lip and prepared for the argument. He loved Mephista, and was amazed that he'd found an attractive if slightly older woman to live with who supported his peculiar desires. But he really wanted to socialize with the girls from work. Mephista sat in the ornate living room, blonde hair spilling over on her tight blue sweater, readi...
Amber, her whole name was Amber Rubina Snowflake, but all her friends called her just Amber, buzzed through the chilly December night. Dodging Snowflakes the tiny elf gazed upon the city below. Humans where so amazing. Whenever she was allowed to roam the world she made it an adventure. Last year she had been to a dance club. That was fun, the music and all...
"Is it possible for a Black man to have a fetish for his own race? I love dominant Black women but the ones in the professional BDSM world seem allergic to me," Alain Dumont said, lamenting his woes as he sat opposite his long-time best friend Nadia Garang. The six-foot-tall, short-haired, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned South Sudanese Muslim student sighe...
We stayed on the bench for a little bit, your arm around me with me cuddled into your side, and we watched the beautiful stark waterfall splash into the small stream. After a while we start to get a bit hungry and since it was about an hour hike we decided to head on back to the cabin. We hold hands most of the way, although at one point you open my jacket...
"What did you say?" His hand shot up around my throat, fingers catching the spot just beneath my chin. The pressure was only enough to make my breath catch. "I said 'no, Master.'" I steeled myself against the spanking that was sure to result. After what seemed at eternity though, I opened my eyes. He hadn't moved, the strangest of expressions lighting his f...
I don't know how long it took me to get to sleep, but I know that I didn't get to stay asleep for long. When Sir came to bed, he yanked the nipple clamps off in one sharp motion. I startled awake and yelped loudly, then started to whimper as Sir turned the vibrator up a bit. Sir sighed and shook his head at me. "With that much noise, I'll never get to sleep....
Hatav "Hattie" Bayegan is your typical overachiever, dutifully taking notes during Professor Phillip Steinberg's lecture on Human Rights In Canada. The young woman sat on the very first row in the classroom located on the fourth floor of the Tory Building at Carleton University. In a class of thirty seven students plus one instructor and his assistant, Hatti...