She was tired of pretending. Tired of acting like she was only a Switch, and occasional submissive. Oh sure, she got off on being tied up and fucked, but there were still the dreams. Vivid pictures of dominating clear in her mind. It had all started with her boyfriend. He was a real sweetie. She loved him to death, and he occasionally dominated her. At fir...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters portrayed in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. A big thank-you to everyone who left commentary/feedback on any of my previous stories. I love to hear the reactions of readers, and it's also a great motivator for me to write out more of my story ideas. So I hope you enjoy this one, and afterwards please remember to...
Chapter 1 I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The day had finally arrived. I was about to meet my Mistress for the first time. The months had dragged on endlessly while I had corresponded with Mistress Catherine regarding my suitability to serve her and become a permanent addition to her stable of slaves. I sat in the lounge of the Biltmore Hotel,...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2009/January 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * Last night my wife Jane had tied me up before r...
I couldn't believe my eyes. There she stood in nothing but a dark blood red corset fitted perfectly to her voluptuous body and a G-string with a whip in her hands. She looked absolutely amazing, I couldn't get enough of the sight. She looked at me with a playful smile, and motioned with her finger to come to her. "Come. I have a surprise for you." She told...
4It has been a rough couple of months, we have been trying to get out of this apartment for some time and being we lacked the funds, I have been rather depressed. But now, I have my dream job, we are making plenty of money, and we are about to move to another apartment closer to both of our jobs. I have planned this as a last romp in this apartment to mark u...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let mysel...
Part One Miranda Holmes locked the door of her small grey Ford car, straightened her grey skirt and checked her grey jacket in the reflection in the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house...
Author's note: This story recently received 1st place in the Clitoride Awards for BDSM. If you voted, thanks for your support. If you have not read it, this is a romance in the sense of 50 Shades of Grey. One of the nicest comments I get is that it shows BDSM participants with real lives. My thanks on the editing to clairegerm, who likes it vanilla. * Pr...
Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait. My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined w...