I checked in to this little ski resort ‒ it's a golf resort meant for the summer really, but a short drive from the ski hill, the best in Ontario (which isn't saying much) so they are obviously trying to attract some ski business, although nobody seems to know about them yet. The place is a hotel with a little timeshare section added on, the whole place bran...
Chapter 3 'The BDSM Ball' Andy from the adult sex shop invited Cindy to attend the BDSM ball for the following Saturday night, She would have to decide at the door whether to be her normal submissive self or break new ground trying to be Dominant. She was advised that she could on this occasion merely observe or take part as she wished; but she was made awa...
You hear the door open behind you as you are sitting at your desk in your comfy leather chair. You have been waiting for this all day and you think you know what is going to happen. Footsteps approach you and you feel his fingers trace the skin of your neck as they run through your blonde hair. "Are you ready, little Bailey, for this?" he deep voice asks y...
My first submission. Bored and horny, I thought I'd write something. This is for My pet. xxx * She was dressed as a schoolgirl. Not an actual schoolgirl, you understand, no young lady had ever gone to school like this, I'm sure. Patent leather shoes covered long, white socks that covered shapely legs all the way up past her knees, neatly imitating stocking...
The levels of wickedness I am discovering within myself nowadays astound even me, and that's really saying something. My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor, a 29-year-old Haitian woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I've lived here for some time, having moved there from my hometown of Jacmel, southern Haiti, in the 1990s. These days, life is alri...
It was a Thursday evening. Dinner was finished and My loving wife and slave was putting the last of the dishes away while I sat in the porch swing, reading a magazine article on the newest screenshots and news for Gran Turismo 4 while enjoying the final hour of daylight. I became so involved in the article that I did not notice the cessation of clinking soun...
"I want to see you shaved." he told me on the phone. "I tried shaving once, it was a disaster Sir, My tummy just gets in the way." I told him as I laid on the bed with the phone to my ear. "I don't want you to shave yourself, I want to shave you, I want you to trust me enough to let me do that to you." his voice sent shivers of desire through me. We had o...
The phone rings. I run and pick it up. "Hello?" I ask, out of breath. "I'm almost there, girl..." Your voice, almost a whisper, immediately sends sparks through my spine. I struggle for words...a low moan escapes from my lips instead. For a few moments the only thing heard is O/our breathing. Mine is almost completely sighs. "Listen to Me..." You say,...
Marshall was the proverbial thorn in my side. I liked him just enough to be sulky when I didn't get to see him , but was apathetic enough to still play games. I'm not usually a game player, I generally regard it as childish. But there is something about Marshall that just makes me want to torment him. He is a self proclaimed Dom, but has a taste for pain and...
"you have no respect for the process...the protocol...the D/s...the word Master has no meaning...you take this way too lightly...as if it were a game..." Those words...those honest, hard to read words...stung her to her very core. Never had she thought about what she was doing in that way. Never had she realized the consequences of her actions. And never...