As the two sluts showered and I suspect played with each others bodies, I prepared my little surprise for them both. I had designed and built a shock machine, a machine to give a small electric shock with out any amps being present. After all it's not the voltage that kills you in an electric shock but just one quarter of a mille-amp. The wooden case style...
Chapter 2: Acceptance How long has it been since you left me here -- blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound & secured above me, my ass full with your plug? Half an hour? Longer? I have no way of knowing. The scent of sex and hot wax still lingers, and I can smell my own sex dripping with desire, but there are no sounds. No clock ticking, no music -- just my bre...
This is a story I wrote for my former Dom as a task, following a prompt he provided. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think. ***** I feel oddly groggy - what happened? And why I am standing up? The last thing I remember was Sir handing me a cup of coffee. My eyes flutter open to realize I am being held firmly to something, my...
You are standing beside the coffee table grinning when i walk back in the room carrying the bag of toys you requested. "Now my little whore, I want you to get up on the table. I want your arms over your head, and your legs apart, with your feet on the table, knees up." My face burns as i realize this position is much like for a gynecological exam. i am wet...
Amber stood in front of Andrew, naked except for her stockings and garter belt. He took her hand and led her through the door to the bedroom. The bed had been raised until it was almost waist high and the bedclothes replaced with a thin sheet of plastic. Amber frowned at the sight and turned towards him, her mouth already opening to ask her question. Andrew...
John Prester's face showed little of the irritation that he was experiencing. Being called away from an orgy in order to deal with a matter of Resort discipline was extremely frustrating. Perhaps picking up on his mood, the naked woman standing before him in the office shifted uncomfortably. His wife Sophia stood against the back wall, a protective arm arou...
Dear Reader: This concludes the "SPA" series. I hope you've enjoyed it. Your comment and votes are always welcome. The next series is in the works! When they awoke the next morning, Will's need, of course took priority. Once he was feed and changed, the games began anew. Ben eagerly accepted his enema. Though his ass hole was sore from the day before, Tris...
Susanne sat on a bench in the Bois de Boulogne by the upper lake. Her boyfriend, Jean, held her hand. They had just returned from the bushes where they had made love. Her dress was simple: trainers, stockings, no knickers, no jeans, no bra, all topped by a clinging t-shirt with a deep v-cut in front allowing the viewer a pleasant view of the pink right breas...
Mistress notes: After 8 or so months of going to the club twice a month amber became a welcome regular and a great dancer. Actually, she danced better in 5" heels than in men's dress shoes, which I obviously teased her about often. I also made sure to keep her embracing her comfort level with being groped while dancing. Her dance partners soon learned her li...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Eight of "Slave Girl Emily." Emily is a young woman (a senior in college) who loves being a slave. Her first Master was Andrew, another college student, and her second was Frederick, a lawyer. In Ch. 7 Frederick traded her to Christopher, a professor at NYU. This chapter is about her life with Christopher. Lots of delicious pain...