Fiona checked her watch. It was time. She walked up to the door and knocked on it. When it opened she saw Drake smiling at her. "Hello," he said. "Hello Drake, how are you?" "Better now," he said, blushing. "Are you ready to try this again? "Yes." "It will be like last time, only better. I think I know what parts you liked," she offered. Fiona took Dr...
Now it was my turn to get her off manually. I sat in the chair next to the couch as I had been doing. I patted my hand so she sat in front of me, facing the laptop and Jakob as he eagerly awaited seeing me get his wife off. I wrapped my arms around her, playing with her boob and long nipple in one hand and her clit with the other. I was slow and gentle. She...
A couple weeks into my new job, I gradually got into the groove of things. Getting to know what merchandise was in the store, what the prices were, at least in terms of a ballpark idea, welcoming and helping customers, and becoming a bit savvier with my salesman talents. Teresa definitely appreciated the good sales I was able to land and told me that I was o...
It was a moment of truth. I took a deep breath and walked purposefully down the hallway to the bathroom. Shirtless and focused, I came up on Ray, who was still talking through the door to Jimmy. All the evidence available told me Jimmy was still crying and babbling. He was apparently convinced he was gay. This had somehow been brought on by his belief that h...
"Gloria? I want to apologize for the way we bickered yesterday. I feel horrible. You can take your time repaying me for the cash advance." pouted the stunning Jordan Bauer. Her portly Hostess Gloria Marquette merely frowns, "No big deal. It was my fault. I shouldn't have been abusing the phone line. No hard feelings. I'll pay you back you can bet on that."...
This story was inspired by BDSM illustrator Eric Stanton's work. He has some famous illustrations on dominant brides. I appreciate all feedback, hope you enjoy! *** "This was an awesome wedding!" I said, as I opened the door to our hotel suite. As Alicia walked in, she took off her cream white high heels and dropped them carelessly on the floor. I pick...
This story contains foot worship that you may not enjoy reading about. If so, please listen to the authority figure watching this story develop telling you, "Move on! Nothing to see here! Just move on!" Thank you! But, if you do choose to read this, please let me know what you think of it in a public comment (preferably) or in a private message to me. Agai...
"Oh, hell yeah!" Mac shouts as he dances through the door of his classroom, the final period of the school day. 8th period for a senior was like a paradise: No teacher harassing you for homework, no tests or even a curriculum. Just a space to kill time before the final bell rings. Mac, of course, is twice as happy for one reason: He has indeed conquered hi...
Chapter 2 WHIPPING She rose gracefully to her feet. I grabbed the ring on the front of her collar and pulled her near the middle of the room under a hook mounted in the ceiling. A previous tenant had apparently hung a swag lamp from that hook, but it was perfect for our purposes as well. I removed the chain from between her wrists, then clipped the screw...
The numbness starts in my toes and creeps up the length of my foot. Somewhere in my upper thigh or lower buttock, the weight of my body is pressing on and constricting the major veins and arteries carrying blood to and from my foot. But I don't move my leg or any other body part. My job is to stay still. I glance up from the base of the easel that I have bee...