(This is a re-write, I fixed two spelling errors (clothes instead of cloths) and a numeric error (80 total swats not 100). ------------------ Chapter 2. Kelly continued, "Oh my God! Jack wasn't kidding. He me that you liked to be tied up and spanked. I thought he was kidding." Trish spoke, "Ah - Jack is going to be right back so you better leave." She c...
What I am about to tell you is the story of my sexual awakening. My darling husband arranged this for me, wanting to unleash my inner slut. He was rather successful... I came home from work one Friday, anticipating the weekend and hopefully having some good sex with Stephen, my husband. However, there was a note on the kitchen table letting me know he woul...
Author's Note: I have a habit of leaving off in the middle of some exploration. If you want to know what happened before Lady tied Slut to the bed, check out the previous chapters. Enjoy! ;-) ***** I tilted her head so her eyes met mine and whispered, "I know you will." I glanced over at Sir, keeping Slut's hair firmly in my grasp. I smiled demurely at h...
“Stand in front of me and raise your skirt,” I commanded her. There was little skirt for her to raise, but she stood mutely with what there was held above her hips. Her training had emphasised the need for her to keep her legs partly spread whenever she stood near me, so I had easy access to her well-displayed arse and cunt. I was sitting comfortably in a d...
"Yes, Mistress, I understand." In truth, I didn't really understand. I didn't understand how it was I'd gotten myself into this position, but every time She spoke, I listened and did precisely what I was told. "That's a good slut," She said into the phone, and then it went dead. I sighed. Not even a "goodbye." As I drove home from work, I realized that I...
Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) ... * PART 1 Slut (1) ... I had my hand on the door handle, a tear ran down my cheek and I turned to watch his car ... Master's car ... unti...
Something in the porn worked. I didn't think my wife was into it, but when I made my way upstairs, I found out differently. My wife was on her hands and knees, bound into the restraints we kept under the bed, with a couple of pillows propping up her midsection so her ass was in the air. She had on her black fishnet suspender hose, a red bustier pulled down t...
(This part of the story is in the BDSM category because Robert, Emily and Becky have elected to try to become involved in a Master/Slave and Mistress/ Slave relationship. However, not to ruin anything for you, the actual situation is one of all three agreeing to play this role and it never reaches anything too severe. There will be no bloodletting and no ext...
(note this is the second chapter to a previous story) * Jess pulled the car into the parking lot of her apartment building, flipped it into park and turned the car off. She turned to look at the slut sitting next to her. "Alright slut, time to face the music. We are going upstairs but Mistress needs to make sure everything is in place for her slut." Jes...
This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. * * * * * My fuck toy was lying on the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I sank into the chair, relaxed and satisfied. Still on a...