I met Amanda at the local village pub in one of those natural casual ways that happen when you've finally given up trying to pick up women and just accepted that you are going to be single for the rest of your life. I was living alone in the west country in a cottage on the coast. I had a small regular income that allowed me to indulge my pretensions of bec...
He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and a...
My humiliation was sublime as the jeering women clapped my approach to the caning bench, my cock rigid as I was led like a lamb to the slaughter by Myrna, her elegant mature form shimmering in the full-length black silk cloak; the erotic shape of her womanly buttocks teasing my eyes in the silk as she strode with magnificent deliberation. I was ordered to th...
There's nothing like a bit of 'us' time, especially spent in the privacy of a chic hotel, where, Eva hopes, some interruption-free spanking play might be indulged during this wicked weekend away. They stop for coffee en route and once seated she notices a familiar wicked gleam in Oliver's eye, accompanied by an unexpected edict: "I want you to take your kni...
Gordon was walked home in full ceremony; the superbly dominant Maria zigzagging across streets and taking the longest route possible home from the park. Gordon was close to coming in the elasticated suit as he watched the delectable ass of the Eastern woman ripple and bulge in the tight cat suit as she strutted before him; leash in the one hand, cane in the...
Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, sometimes, dear readers. It's a lonely job, being the voice of reason, y'know? I don't like it any more than some of you do! I've spent going on 25 years being a unrepentantly kinky deviant, literally since before it was cool, when most people's images of BDSM came from Judas Priest videos. That's a long time be...
This was Miles' first sight of the woman simply known as Madam Zandra, and would be the last time he saw England. The tanned woman sneered down at him as Myra had him stumble on his knees to her, the leash pulled tighter as he was moved close enough to smell the sweet perfumes of the woman who would now on own him, and would control his destiny... his cock b...
At last they reached a residential square, lined with neat Georgian terraces. Its centre was a small park, into which she led him, seating herself on one of the unoccupied benches. Others placed there occupied by staid looking females, residents of the square, chatting while their menfolk were away at their professions. She smiled at them as they gave curiou...
Drake now felt the true consequences of what he'd let himself in for, his anus tingling with a fear he'd not anticipated while it clenched at the plug, a fear which aroused his deep submission in supreme fashion as he was led on all fours to be humiliated before women he'd never met. Irma's superb globular cheeks bustled in the creaking black leather skirt w...
Jack rode the Kawasaki back home like he'd just passed his test; he was shaking with disbelief at his experience and would take no chances on this short journey, and the return. He took one hand from the handlebars to feel the rustle of the letter beneath his leather jacket; yes, it WAS there -- this had been no youthful wet dream. His parents scanned the le...