This story is fictitious and all characters are above 18 years of age. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** I pulled against my binds just to see if there was anything I could do about my predicament. I was kneeling at the edge of the bed, naked. My wrists were tied together in front of me the rope went over the bed to...
Cams fitful sleep held blurry dreams of impossibly tall owners, two statuesque women wearing impossibly tall high heels, both leading her around like a pet on a leash for all to see. Sevda woke her and Jan up and brought them to her shower...still tied and gagged. She washing them.... teasing mercilessly with the showerhead...alternating the pulsing warm wa...
You next tell him to untie my hands from behind my back, but just as I think I'm going to finally be freed you tell him to tie each arm down so that it is connected to my ankles. Now I am hogtied and more vulnerable than ever. I get a little frightened yet the effect causes my cock to drool even more precum so that a small puddle is developing on my stomach....
She can never decide if it's better or worse to know what is coming. When you don't know your fate, it's much easier to put it out of mind, but when the anxiety creeps in, the speculation can make you tingle with fear. When you do know your fate, you get to spend all week imagining the minute details with chills of anticipation. This week was a flurry of d...
La Passagiata The men left the room, joking amongst themselves. Maria lay where they had left her. I had watched her with her Master from the moment that we left her alone. The room she was in was a room within a room. The filigree on its walls was just a screen through which spectators in the darkened space behind could watch. The bright lights in the inne...
I'd decided to host a seminar for my clients in the penthouse boardroom of an inner city hotel. The view from the boardroom was amazing so I decided to book the room below so stay in with you that night. My meetings were over for the morning and you'd taken the afternoon off so were waiting to lunch with me. I excused myself to my clients and staff and took...
We were married about three years when sex had pretty much stopped. We tried about everything you could do in a bedroom and just kinda lost the spark. My love for her was very strong but my desire to love myself put me through a mental trip. Sex is fun; an orgasm is something we can do at anytime and feel good, forget the world and just live for few seconds....
Author Note: This arc begins with "A Cure for Loneliness" where our heroine gets her guy. It continues with "Helping a Friend's Loneliness" where she makes things better for herself and for a friend she meets along the way. For some reason, there's more in my mind to write for pun'kin, so here we go for anyone that might still interested... ================...
Mistress Betty's 8pm 09:55: Mistress Betty locked her phone and placed it in the drawer of the little table in the corridor, being careful not to knock over the dozen pink harlequin roses in a thick glass vase. Always bang on time, this one, she thought, leaning against the wall, one scarlet stiletto heel up against the thick violet wallpaper. She loved the...
I look at her photo one more time before I snap my laptop shut. She has sent me a series of revealing photos of herself, and one with her hubby and a group of friends at a restaurant. My favorite photo was her rear end up on the bed, ready for a big dick to be shoved up her ass. I smile as I imagine my hard cock buried in there. I walk across the room to re...