When people hear the word "submission", their mind always immediately leaps to images of latex, leather and whips. Or worse, and even more insultingly wrong, associates it with "That 50 Shades kind of sex". That was not what Emily and Scott had together. Or at least that was not what was at the very core of it. What Emily and Scott had, was a relationship...
Now I know what everybody thinks--A slut with such humongous knockers as myself must indeed be fiction—well my stories may have been fictionalized in parts, but I am indeed real. I am 6' 2" tall, blonde-haired, have eyes the color of glacial ice, am very in shape with an 18" wasp waist and am blessed with an all natural set of 60DD breasts. Yes, I know I loo...
I stepped into tiny puddles on my way up the outer stairway, an aftermath of our storm. The air smelled like a new birth, how I'd missed it so. A year is too long, I thought to myself. I then hushed away the microscopic butterflies that made a home in my stomach as I briskly reached the classroom doors, unusually late this morning. I opened the doors to a di...
(This story takes place immediately after the last one. I had a little trouble deciding what category to put this in: Erotic Couplings or BDSM. I settled on Erotic Couplings partly because I want to keep all my stories in the same category, and partly because it's not about bondage or technically sado/masochism. It's about a consenting girl willing to be the...
On a weekday, maybe a Wednesday, I'll be cleaning the house (in costume of course). You'll come home and tell me what a good little slut I'm being, after you see me washing the counters in the kitchen. Quietly, you sneak up behind me and grab my frail little wrist. I hear the first handcuff click, the sound resonating into my ears. The ice cold metal handcuf...
Laying on the floor, still sweaty from our earlier session, he propped himself up on one arm, a sly grin on his face and looked at me, with a renewed passion in his eyes. Looking me up and down, still in my bra, panties and sexy heels, he smiled and reached out to touch me. He caressed my arm, causing the tiny hairs to stand on end, before moving downwards a...
I was holding Clara's panties as she walked back in. "Oh sorry, I think these are yours," I said. "Keep them, I have plenty of others," she said smiling. "You know, I'm about to make an interesting proposition and I don't even know your name." "I'm Ted, Ted..." "Ah, ah, first name only, okay?" I nodded. "I'm Clara." Putting her panties in my pocket, I...
I had planned for days. Each and every course was perfectly thought out, tied together with the next course by a mutual taste sensation. The execution would be flawless; the presentation immaculate. She would be well pleased. I pulled the chicken from the oven and inhaled the steam wafting toward my face - a mixture of rosemary and honey; tantalizing. I ima...
She knelt in front of him naked and slightly shivering in the cool room. He observed how erect and taut her nipples were and was temped to reach over and pinch them, but refrained - maybe later. She bent down, reaching to the floor and picked up the collar and leash. Handing both to him, she dropped her arms back down to her sides, waiting. He toyed with the...
I've always felt that the dominant-submissive relationship is the physical expression of an even deeper mental connection. The submissive gives up the control of her body for the purpose of solidifying this connection. I like to think of it as self-sacrifice at the altar of obedience. Every dominant can tell you that if you've lived the lifestyle long enough...