I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
MASTER B GENTLE. But not too gentle I had gone to sleep safe and secure in your arms Master. I woke up certainly secure! Whilst I slept you had turned me onto my back and secured my arms and feet spreadeagled on the bed. I tried to open my eyes but to no avail, they were blindfolded and I could see nothing. I heard you chuckle then ask "Do you trust me li...
My eyes slowly flutter open to the first light of the day streaming through the curtains in our bedroom. For a moment I forget where I am, but with the rise and fall of your breathing it comes back to me. The night before I had fallen asleep on you after a long afternoon of playtime. As my senses return, I begin see your relaxed cock only inches from my face...
Walking around my room I didn't see you standing outside watching me quietly, your eyes intent on the smooth curves, and soft skin of my breasts. All you want is my body and there is nothing that I can do to stop you. The closer you come to the house the more you want me and as you knock on the door it scares me as I pull on a tank top and answer it smiling....
Once again, I settle at your feet, no clothing adorning me, as per your wishes. I do not look up, but focus my gaze on the ground at your feet, shifting on my knees to gain comfort. I wait. You do not move, you say nothing, I barely hear you breathe, though the drumming of my heart may be drowning out the subtle sound. An eternity passes in but a few moments...
We are now at Chapter VI, so yet again, my thanks for choosing to read my story. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental. If this is your first encounter, you'd be advised to read Chapters I - V first. No BDSM in this chapter...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...
Note: All characters are over 18 ***** As I sat, er stood... hung maybe, in Sarah's locker, I realized several things at once. The first of which was that waiting for three and a half hours in an enclosed space without any sort of entertainment (well, entertainment I could move to use I should say) was very, very boring. The second, which I hadn't real...
He sensed her behind him an instant before she spoke, started to turn even before she addressed him. He wanted, badly, to gaze into her face, to bask in her beauty, but he kept his eyes dutifully lowered as a proper submissive should. "Yes, Countess?" His words came out slightly hoarse, her presence as always making everything within him tighten with need....
Alright, first off I would like to tell everyone that will say bad things to me or even try to threaten me (though I'm sure we can all respect other peoples opinions on life and won't get TOO mad) that I am not the most intelligent person on this planet, I am not the most emotional, but I have been known to give fairly good advice. I know many people have s...