Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
It is 11.30pm and I am finally on the train after a long day in the office with meeting after meeting and then a few drinks with the client afterwards. The train is surprisingly empty tonight. There are only a few seats taken and after a few stops they have all left. Just as the doors are closing, you dart through them somehow managing not to get caught i...
Master chooses my attire daily. It is never a lot and always extremely erotic. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no pan...
Cam had never before realized that the layout in her apartment was so complicated. Racing around naked, bound, blindfolded and hobbled; she keeps bumping into walls and almost trips on the carpet twice. Sevda left almost half an hour ago and gave her a simple task. "Bring all your clothes out here." She indicated the black leather couch in the living roo...
For the umpteenth time this week, she was lying on her back on the floor, staring aimlessly at the hideous ceramic ceiling tiles that had gone out of style decades ago. I ought to do something, she thought to herself, but what is there to do for a basket case like me? She heard a faint click from the other room but didn't flinch at the familiar sound. "Hey,...
You are catching the train into town to meet me and you dress sexily for the occasion in a very short, hipster mini skirt with no panties and a thin, short top that puts your hard nipples on display for all to see. The top only cums down just past your breasts and you like the large amount of your skin that is on display from your boobs down to your pubes, i...
3: I am a Big Woman. Whether I am a big Beautiful woman or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder. I love the feel of tight ropes and I tie myself up on a regular basis because I have not found a partner I can trust. I believe this trust issue stems from childhood when I played a game of cowboys and cowgirl with a couple of the neighborhood boys. The...
Roger & Helen's House, Wednesday 7:00 I drove up the drive of their house and parked the car. I slowly got out and walked up to the door. My dick had been permanently hard for ages at the thought of what may happen. Just before I was about to knock, the door opened and I walked in. Roger was standing there wearing only a pair of shorts. 'Please come in Mas...
I first saw Rosa on a kinky-sex dating site. I, as a 35-year-old recent divorcee, had visited it "just out of curiosity" -- or was it rather because I sought a little titillation? I certainly never expected it to lead to anything. I just thought I'd peruse some photos and fantasize about meeting some off-beat women. I ended up beating off looking at a few of...
Chapter one As we drove towards the airport my mind was a mass of emotions, the last ten days had been a complete transformation in my life, one of the things I was struggling to understand was how permanently sexually aroused I was, it seemed that I was enjoying expressing my feminine side, something I still wanted to fight against. I found this really...