This is a story containing graphic sexual content and BDSM. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, or might be offended by it please do NOT read it. This is purely a work of fiction... If you do read it, feel free to comment, good or bad, it will help me to understand which way to take this story. I am interested in any feedback, critiques,...
Ch 5 - Consent and Obedience "Now, when she comes in, you are supposed to greet her as politely as you can," Colin explained and Ria nodded, still shamefully aware that her master was forcing her to stay naked in front of a guest she had never met before. Even her step-parents hadn't seen her nude after she turned eleven. Her step-sister, however, had trie...
I want to be owned, possessed by a man that loves me cares for me and has the need to make me his. I want him to own every part of me. I have this urge to submit, yet I can't find the man who will take me in, serve my every need. I want to make someone happy; I want to give him everything I have in return for his care. I never thought this would be so hard,...
Master owned a large house, much of it lined with & paneled in dark maple. For example, the living room, with its creamy white walls and curtained windows, contained dark maple windows & two archways, both of which featured two massive maple columns. Master had fitted each set of columns with two pair of relatively unobtrusive eyebolts, one at the top, one a...
I met her online. At first, I was surprised a woman of her beauty was even conversing with me. Don't get me wrong; I'm not what most people would refer to as unattractive. But, I scored a big zero on my final in that extracurricular four-year college course on seducing a woman. I'd say I was a giant pussy around attractive women, but I have way too much resp...
Amanda Layton-Ward sat and sobbed silently in front of her computer screen. Tears trailed down her ashen cheeks, her big heart breaking at the thought that another Valentine's Day had slipped by without a single word from anyone. Moments earlier, she had opened up her email section and being the eternal optimist, she had sat hesitantly in front of the comp...
Meeting Gustavo Monica Garza's austere, coprolite-like walls, covered with aquarelles of men in tutus and women's swimwear, are sound-proof, and Gustavo must intuit or presume this since, once inside, his voice climbs in pitch in a way it wouldn't in any other of her condo's rooms. In the little kitchen, for instance, he nearly whispered. The tutu- and wome...
This story is a fantasy. I haven't tried any of these things, and do not intend to outside of my mind. If you are stupid enough to try any of them don't blame me for any consequences. ********** This story will make more sense if you read Heat -- Freshman first. ************** Jim's name showed on the screen of my phone as I answered it. He didn't waste...
Her skin seemed to dance in the light from the moon as it rippled through the room, the patterns matching the clouds as they rolled across the sky. Tied face down to the bed, her buttocks seemed to shine in the soft light, although I have to acknowledge that the post winter white of her skin probably had something to do with it. Not that I minded, with skin...
I had been dating Judy off and on for about a year. We had decided it was a relationship based on two things, first limited friendship and sex. I had found I could never trust her enough as a lover to have a long-term relationship with her. As far as sex went, she was a lousy lay. She gave good head, but when it came to a fuck, she wanted to lay back and...