I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...
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A thick, wrought-iron sign with the single word "GRIMSLEY" was arched between two massive stone pillars that marked the entry to this all-girl academic enclave. Ms. Frobisher gunned her little red sportscar right between the pillars and up the long driveway, all uphill, to where Grimsley sat overlooking Lake Penasaukee, or Lake PenisSuckIt, as the guys at Ea...
They rushed out the gates of the palace, crammed into the steam-powered carriage, whose engine had been left stoked up in anticipation of the need for a speedy getaway. The carriage bounced through the narrow alleys of Istanbul at top speed, the chauffer honking its horn at any unfortunate person who got in his way. The girls were dispersed into the alleyw...
Who would believe I am here now? Well, to be honest "here" is not a good description of where I am. I am in that dream space between "here" and "there". It is a wonderful place where everything is possible, but let me try and explain this better. Physically I am tied to an "A" frame at a Ds party...my first!! For those that do not know what an "A" frame is...
My Husband has asked me to write this. I suppose it's a kind of a confession, perhaps for us both. I owe him at least this. Though it is not an apology. It will tell many things about the last year of our marriage. (That's wrong, our marriage isn't over, yet.) It infers many things about the previous years in our relationship too. The events in the last year...
A television's blue glow flooded Kerry's third floor apartment in the Cow Hollow District of San Francisco. She lounged on her couch flipping channels and in frustration turned off the television and threw the remote to the side. Quietly staring out her living room window with its view of a fire escape ladder and narrow alley, she regretted the two thousand...
The exhausted submissive still moans softly, hanging limply in her bonds, as she remains nicely secured to the metal support at one end of the new clothesline. After such a long and harsh session, amanda's mind is definitely in a fog: her vision, when she dares to open her eyes, seems clouded - not helped by the dimming light of sunset. The tightness of the...
This story was inspired by, and is dedicated to, the magnificent Whiptress. I arrive at Mistress's at the appointed hour. I brush lint off my navy blue suit. As I straighten my red tie I feel the black leather collar under my shirt. The small lock is positioned directly behind the knot in my tie. I ring the bell, and Mistress opens the door. She says nothi...
You find yourself in a dark room, with your arms handcuffed behind your back. You're dressed the way I always want you to be, tight fitting corset and black lacy panties, stockings and garters, and heels. You are blindfolded, but can hear me approach you from behind. I start with a light touch around your hips, gently running my fingers over your bare skin...