**Part 3 will not appeal to those who do not like heavy BDSM and breathplay.** Jason walked to the BMW, got into it and drove down to where Jessica was bound, gagged and helpless. All she could hear was the sound of Jason's music in her ears. It took him roughly 10 minutes to get back to her, she had sat still like the good little slave she was trying to be...
You are still breathing a little heavy and recovering from the delightful orgasm I was generous enough to give you. I start to strap you down. First the left, then the right wrist is captured and bound with a thick leather cuff. You look at me with confusion as I simply look down at my pants and state, "you have soiled my pants terribly. I shall have to puni...
Roberta McGarrett was the consummate professional, strictly all-business, crisp and efficient; till she discovered that a touch of bondage and a smack of discipline could do wonders for the soul. * At the sound of the opening door, I heard her scramble off the bed; knowing she would quickly kneel facing the doorway. And by the time I stepped into the room,...
I have had more than a few weeks to digest what has become of me. I can only begin to describe the humiliation and submission I now feel each time I think of that first time with Jim. I surrendered myself to his control with little more than a suggestion. That suggestion was that I was comfortable wearing women's undergarments, that I was nothing more than a...
Sometimes it seems like I am 2 people. The public one, the one everyone sees zipping down our suburban street in my crossover, gathering groceries in my khaki skirt, strappy sandals and sensible blouse. The one with a smile for everyone and, I hope, a bright glint in my eye. But the other girl wants to come out. The naughty girl. The bad girl. The one that...
Chapter one The preparations for my wedding proceeded apace, I was never allowed to see my wedding dress and was kept hooded during all of the fittings for it, these fittings were numerous and each time the skirt was made tighter, I wondered how on earth I would be able to walk in it. My training in every area increased, my voice coach visiting daily, my co...
Arrived home early and without warning one day, thinking I'd be first in the house – but no, it was obvious from the light under the door that Caroline had beaten me to it. I decided to let myself in quietly and surprise her when, to my surprise and delight I heard a low sound coming from the bedroom as I eased the door open – I knew immediately she was mast...
My husband is a well-built guy. At 33, he is quite muscled everywhere he needs to be. His tanned back & shoulders show off his love for the outdoors, his hardened arms are the result of many years physical care. Rick’s short brown hair was often worn in a spiky, almost “just woke up” style. Complimented by well-groomed sideburns & a strong jaw line, his baby...
You kneel before me, naked apart from white cotton panties and a blue bandana tied snugly at the side of your delicious neck. Your ebony skin glows almost golden in the subdued light, your soft dark hair reaching to your shoulders, framing that pretty face, your dark brown eyes, warm and soft, that nose, those perfectly flared nostrils and that mouth, that...
Authors Note, This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is the fourth part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story. Big thanks go out to Sanidia for edit...