What would you do if you discovered that someone in your elite BDSM club was about to publish a tell-all book exposing the members? The Executive Club decides that the appropriate thing to do is to punish the author as the entertainment for the Club's annual dinner. This story involves severe spanking, electro-punishment, and humiliation. If that is not you...
I met my master at his choice of hotel room. I was waiting for him to knock on the door as I would immediately open the door then kneel before him wearing my collar and leash he left for me on the bed. The knock on the door came and I jumped cause I was so scared. I had changed my mind so many times in the past few minutes and had almost got dressed and ran...
The next morning I woke before Master, as usual on his days off. I silently crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen trying to keep the chains quiet. Since the walls were only plywood thick this wasn't the easiest place to keep quiet, if you dropped a spoon everyone heard it. I made my way to the kitchen area and prepared the coffee for when he woke...
Fragile Unbroken Ch. 08 "Growth" This conversation was spontaneity at its best, with a twist. I was nude and kneeling on the dais like, pillow covered corner of our home's great room which we call my perch. We had just enjoyed a brilliant breakfast of sweet country ham and the lightest scrambled eggs on earth. Master sat across from me on a couch and we t...
Kneeling as he enters through the front door, wearing only a collar around her neck, his slave awaits his wishes. "Greetings Master." she says, her eyes downcast, her hands in her lap as she kneels before him. "Greetings girl, have you been good this day?" her Master asks, his eyes moving over her kneeling form possessively. "Girl has been good, Master." she...
Pulling my tight skirt quickly over my arse, I managed to try to look sweet and innocent as my Master opened the front door to His house. We had not been expecting any visitors, so were surprised to hear a knock, just as He filled my arsehole with His thick, hot cum. Trying to appear relaxed was a little difficult as I felt my own honey dribbling down my thi...
The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one b...
The phone was far more effective than the alarm clock. The shrill tone was enough to wake even a sound sleeper like my Master. Master's arm made me safe and contented and my aching nipples and ass were constant reminders that I had been well used the night before. I had been up for some times because of the discomfort before the phone rang. My restless hands...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 14 == The next morning I was once again able to thank Master in person for owning me. As Master's slavegirl I had been taught that these were to be the first words out of my mouth each day as soon as he awoke. Sometimes...
I woke up and was groggy, as usual. Master Evan was straddling my waist and looking down at me. He pinched my nipples firmly until they were puckered and tight. "One day these will hold our crest," he said pulling me out of bed and toward the kitchen. We ate breakfast first today and then Master Evan took me to the shower. He cleaned me completely and ha...