Sliding my strap-on dildo into Malik Clarkson's ass, I smiled with utmost satisfaction. I had him right where I wanted him. Face down and ass up, that's the way I like to fuck my men. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Wahidat Suleiman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I'm five-foot-six, slim...
"This could get interesting..." That's the thought racing through my head as you lead me – naked and blindfolded – into a room that smells of sex and hot wax. I'd like to ask where we are and what's going to happen, but you've made it clear I shouldn't speak without permission. I hear a door close – and lock. Quietly, and with a tone that says you're not...
There was no easy way to say it. And screwing up my courage to do so was an agony of fearful emotions, led by what could easily be rejection and, as a result, the end of an otherwise superb relationship. I wanted her to collar and leash me while I knelt naked at her feet. I wanted to lick her footwear, suck her toes, and open my mouth wide as she slid her...
Kneeling in a nice warm room, naked I worry. You had called me in here, ordered me to strip and left me here. I know I had not disobeyed and that I had been on very good behavior. The warmth radiates from my red ass, recently spanked for the morning routine. I kneel there, eyes cast down, curious as to what may happen. The door opens, you, my Master and Mist...
I asked for permission to spend the next evening with the female I refer to as my slave. It was masters idea for me to find one, a submissive slut for me to enjoy. He said as long as I obey him first and teach her the way he teaches me, then I may have her as long as I like. "What time is she to arrive at your place tomorrow?" We are lying on the bed naked,...
Angelina and I had been at her photo shot all day. She had given me orders not to wear anything under my mini-skirt and to sit in a raised chair so that during the shot she could relax and look over at my pussy and think of what to do with me when we got home. After the shots she was usually tense because of the demands made of her so I knew the evening was...
The gent had spent the previous night on a BDSM site whose presentation was purposeful and crude, a blocky and forbidding combination of red lettering and black backdrop with a hint of gothic effect. He couldn't recollect doing so with any clarity and was surprised at how functional and productive he had been. The gent looked at the profile he had set up for...
Warning: This story deals with a BDSM relationship. If this lifestyle is not to your liking, you should not be reading this. To all the others - all feedback is more than welcome. **************************** "Pet, wake up. You need to eat something. You have a big day ahead of you." I hear Sir waking me up, and I feel really rested. I look at the alar...
We do not go back to the house. We go to a place called The Crypt. "Master Louis, May I speak?" "Shawney, my child, yes" "I have started my monthly period." "Do not sit on your dress." "I have a cover for the seat." "Good Girl." "The Count will be delighted." Master Louis led me into The Crypt with the look of pride on his face. This place is like a ba...
I must admit that when I first met Hodan "Danni" Suleiman, the possibility that she might be a dominatrix never occurred to me. The prim and proper, hijab-wearing, short but cute Somali sister walking through the halls of Carleton University in her long skirt, with the Koran tucked under her arm seemed like the picture of Islamic feminine decency and respons...