Candy woke up to find herself naked and face down in a pile of hay. She rolled onto her back, wincing in pain as her arms became trapped beneath her. She struggled to pull her arms free, but realised that her wrists were bound together. She tried to sit up, but her ankles were also bound. Candy tried to call out, but the gag in her mouth drowned out her cry....
It was only a three word email. "A perfect weekend." She sent him a last email message before their weekend away from the city and all the headaches that go with a city. All week long they talked about the weekend. But, he never knew what to expect. She always kept him "on his toes" so-to-speak. Nothing was ever guaranteed and nothing was ever planned. Eve...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. * * * * * It was the following weekend, after Susan and Patrick met Aunts Jane and Martha. Agnes planned...
The door bell rang incessantly..leaving the computer and rushing down stairs, i flung open the door and ...stared with unbelief at you standing there..smiling and looking at me with that special look of control and sadistic domination. You moved into the house, saying your flight had been rerouted thru Richmond, and you had several hours of free time. My he...
It took me a few minutes to remember where I was when I woke up. I tried to sit up on the bed and the previous nights events came flooding back when I felt the chain yank my collar. Images and flashes ran through my mind and the pain I felt everywhere served as a reminder that this was not a dream! I was alone in the dark room. "Is anyone there?" My voice ec...
Very good? Missy thought. This is not very good at all. Her nipples were pinched tightly and the way they were being pulled she could tell she'd be hard pressed to move without the bell weights swinging. At least the butt plug was relatively small, though as she pressed the vibe tightly against her clit she realized it was picking up some of the vibrations....
The room was large, with a high ceiling and open beams. The man known as the Artist stood next to a large window, silhouetted against it. He was dressed simply, wearing black trousers and a black shirt. Two large theatrical spotlights were hung in the ceiling beams casting a harsh white light into the room. The double doors at the end of the room opened. Th...
I have to admit something. I love wearing their cum. When Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds use my mouth, I love when they let me wear their cum. It's my slut badge of honor. It's a visible sign that I have pleased them. Not to mention, there is this smell, it's hard to describe, its kind of musky, anyway. The smell keeps me horny. That is their goal after all; to kee...
Per your instructions I have shaved smoothly, put on the high heels and the light coat with nothing underneath. I'm not one of those skinny minis, but a tall, voluptuous blonde with ass and tits and some meat on her bones. Now I'm sitting there, waiting on you growing more excited and enjoying my nakedness under the coat. You are just what I like in a man: v...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twent...