Rick felt his cock stir in his pants as his secretary bent before him to open the bottom drawer of the file cabinet. She was impeccably dressed as always in a tight skirt, just a little too much above knee-length to be entirely professional, sheer stockings, and gleaming high-heel pumps. Unable to resist, he knelt behind her and ran his hand up her silky-smo...
I love my job. I'm a secretary for the CEO of a large financial institution. It doesn't sound like much, but the perks are fantastic. Every day, at the end of shift, Mr. S, my boss, becomes Mr. S, my master. As soon as my day ends I'm expected to be promptly in his office, stripped down to matching bra and panties ready to give myself to him in anyway he dee...
A/N: Regardless of the choices and paths you choose, there are no dead ends in this story. I’ve linked certain chapters in each storyline so that the story progresses accordingly and one path isn’t incredibly short. If you reach the point where it says there are no more chapters left, it means that you’ve caught up with my writing and check back later for up...
(Thank you for reading! As usual, please excuse the errors. I revisit and edit the stories once in a while. I’m open to pointers and constructive criticism so feel free to leave those sort of comments. I’m aware that I’m writing about hints of a subculture. My apologies if my terms aren’t right. They are based on a few personal experiences with ropeplay and...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm addicted to your comments and feedback, good and bad. More. Please. *** ***** Professor Ballard allowed the lithe, young blond to lead her by the hand down the dim hallway. When they reached her office, she fished her key out of her clutch and silently opened the door. She motioned for Kendra to go in first. Ballard followed her and l...
I've been dreading this moment since I received my exam back-with a failing grade. This is an upper level graduate class and Professor Harrison isn't the kind of man who gives second chances. He's tough, and domineering, and expects his students to be well-prepared and knowledgeable. I want badly to please him, but I've let both him and myself down. Now he's...
Paralysis. Inability to breathe. Inability to move. Inability to think. The world around me was spinning at an incredible pace. I did not know what to do. I closed my eyes. I felt Sasha pulling on my arm. My eyes opened. Dylan was no longer standing in front of us. I heard words, a distorted voice. "Come on, we have to talk to him." I allowed myself to be...
Allie sipped on her chardonnay, glancing often at the clock on the computer as she waited for Tim to get online for their "date". As usual he was running late, nights at the office tended to keep him, but she knew he'd be on sooner or later so she occupied herself with the latest Facebook game of Candy Crush. Just as she was about to finally finish a level s...
I was a woman enraptured. Classes were hard to focus on, and I was impatient to see Professor Cormac. I felt horny all the time; I was sitting in Biology when I had the sudden, incredibly overbearing need to cross my legs tightly. I needed to come, badly. But I wanted the Professor to do it. I showed up to his office with a pleated skirt and button-up shir...
Neither Miranda nor I referenced her plan until Monday morning as we were having coffee prior to her leaving for work. (I worked a sort of early second shift most of the week; she was a nine-to-five middle manager at a major corporation.) I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, barefoot, she in her work attire--sharp trousered women's suit, navy with a wide pinstri...