I walked into Shawn's front door nervously. This would be the first time I would meet his father. Shawn led me inside, and introduced me to his father, and his baby sister. I said hello to both of them, and asked Shawn to use his bathroom. "Of course, follow me." He said as he grabbed my hand. He walked my up the stairs and to the end of the hall. "My rooms...
Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir - or the other any sort of pet names - but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made - but then while interacting - no assumptions should be made - that is where you need to find out yo...
This story is full of degrading and humiliating fantasies. Unless you enjoy a seriously degrading and disgusting theme, I strongly suggest that you do not read this story. * Wednesday. Sir. The next morning, I awoke at about 9am. I had booked the week off, just to spend with the slut I now have tied over the chair. Her dream is to be treated like a toy,...
I remember the smell first. Your scent. It was the first time I felt like I was safe. It both enveloped me in protection and made me want to fuck you like your whore. I remember the night I first experienced the depths of that scent, how much it, or you, affected me. It was a dark, late night, a Saturday I believe. You had sent me a text out of the blue. A...
Jhene Aiko's 'Comfort Inn Ending' plays in the background as she walks in the doorway of the bathroom, she walks painfully, infuriatingly slow. Somehow the music itself slows down. And the room's lighting turns into a purple haze. She's rocking a sexy lace and see through lingerie. Her eyes skimming over his body with an intense curiosity, as if wanting to e...
Deborah Hayes stalked over to the little plane that was scheduled to take her home. She was not having a good day; first she’d forgotten to set her alarm, then she missed her plane, and now she had to take this little rinky dinky plane. “Hi!” she called out to the man bent over the planes engine. “My name’s Deborah Hayes, I’m scheduled to be on the next fli...
When we last left our heroine, me, I was bent over my bed about to be punished. I reach both hands out in front of me. He secures both of them tightly in one of the restraints on the opposite side of the bed. My feet barely touch the floor. I am stretched taut over the comforter. He slowly walks around the bed. I can feel his heat on my back as he leans over...
The house was quiet. The sun shone through the curtains dappling the floor and walls. Spring had finally arrived and she was glad for it. She felt as though she had been cocooned in the house and now coming to life anew. Sounds outside her bedroom window enlivened her. The birds, the breezes, people working outside, all of her senses heightened. He even open...
The spring-time breeze gently creates the constant movement of dancing curtains, parted just enough to let the coolness invade her bedroom, the light from a sunny afternoon slipping through as well, putting her soft pillow-top bed in nature's spotlight. That breeze had earlier dried her freshly washed cotton sheets, now spread out in a fragrant, inviting cov...
I had been pouring over my bills for a few hours now and getting more depressed with each one. There was no way I could pay everything I owed this week. I needed a break, and even though it was about 10:30 PM I decided to go out for a walk and try to clear my head. A slightly cool night, the air felt good even wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and I kinda got...