Lazy Afternoon Melissa walked back into the house, the screen door banging shut behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the house, she wandered over to Erik's study on the top level, to see if he was there. In the yellow pool of light from his desk lamp, she could see that he was sitting in his chair, talking quietly with a woman standing next to...
“So…what should we call you?” “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the Master pleases” she said. It was a standard answer, probably drilled into her from hours of repetition. I nodded and fixed myself a drink as she looked on, probably unsure of what to do. “What did your previous Master call you?” Her voice was low and cracking…”You are my first own...
It had started innocently enough. In fact, it had started the way it always does. After fifteen years of marriage, sex with her husband had fallen into a comfortable routine. As she closed the door to the bedroom, he slid up behind her, pressing his body against her and running his hands gently from her breasts, to her hips and then down her thighs. As his h...
I have had a few opportunities to feel different sensations in my exploration of BDSM. Enough even to know that I definitely wanted to feel more flogging. The Saturday that just passed gave me the opportunity to get that and so much more. I would like to take the time right now to share with you my memories of that opportunity. There was a fetish flea marke...
When I awoke this morning, I fondly remembered the dream I'd been having before the soft tones of my alarm woke me up. Lazily, I rolled over and silenced the alarm and as I did, I felt a twinge of pain and that 'I've had sex' feeling in my bits below. I grabbed the pen and paper I kept on the nightstand and began to jot down the memory before it faded into...
Jimmy Buffet made it sound sexy and appealing. She damn sure felt like the only bait in town at this second. It was all fun and games for a blonde little beach bunny like her. While she wasn't the only girl in town, she seemed to attract the interest of a certain type of man; older, with a gentle and gracious demeanor coupled with an underlying, smoldering...
I paced up and down the room. He'd be here soon. I was nervous, but I needed to get it out now before he came. Too late. A red pickup pulled in my driveway, and I hitched up my black skirt just a bit. I wasn't very good at trying to be sexy- usually it came off awkward or almost comical. But in black stilettos, a miniskirt that hugged my hips, and a red to...
Great, another fight! We had made a really good relationship, but now something had gone wrong but I didn't know why. Sitting on the sofa in the front room, with my head in my hands I couldn't help but cry. My tears where drowned out by the sound and activity from the kitchen, drawers crashing and the fridge opens. I stopped crying, confused as to what was g...
"The collar comes off when I say it does," intoned the black leather-clad man. Faith gazed at the table. There sat the artifacts of her life as a free woman, her clothing neatly folded, her purse, her cellphone, and, most achingly of all, her wedding and engagement rings. The man whom the woman knew she would have to address as "Master" from here on out, b...
Your chest rising and falling with slow even breaths attempting to keep yourself calm despite the unique situation that you find yourself in. A gentle tug on each appendage reminding you of the soft leather restraints wrapped around your wrists and ankles as they are secured to the frame. The dark blindfold only letting in glimpses of red lighting, but you a...