Ok new author here so go easy on me... This is the first part of a story containing femdom themes with moderate BDSM, humiliation and if you hadn't guessed by from the title a fair amount of tease and denial. Feel free to make any suggestions in the comments. ***** I received the text, she was on her way home. I had been preparing all afternoon, tidying, c...
The two days passed by like pouring molasses. Even though I should have been at ease -considering this was a reprieve from my merciless teasing- I felt even more desperate and on edge. Beth was on my mind constantly. I NEEDED to see her again. Denial really does lead to obsession with one's keyholder. I was ecstatic beyond words when the two days finally pa...
"You were a bit of a brat last night," I tell you as my hands work the rope. Your legs are complete, it's just your arms and torso that need some final work. "I know, I'm sorry. I wanted you really bad. I hate that I had to work so late." I give your naked breasts a slap. "What have I told you about sorry? Only say sorry when you mean it. You aren't sorry...
I kneel at Master's feet, beside his office chair as he works. He ignores me other than stroking my hair with his fingers. But it's good enough for me. Lately we haven't been talking much, but I think it's part of my punishment. I had recently been caught masturbating without permission, right in the middle of cumming while quietly moaning "I'm sorry Master"...
Hello! This story is about a hard, passionate husband -- a trope that has inspired me many lonely nights. There's something about the idea of control and authority that husbands have (had) over their wives that makes me a bit weak in the knees. Be aware: This one is a little longer in the preamble and might get expanded with additional chapters in the future...
It was around 6 o'clock on Thursday evening, and you and I were sitting down to an early dinner, as usual. Thursday dinner was always early because you played games with your friends Thursday evenings; you would often go out, but between the cold weather and early mornings on Fridays, you decided to stay in and play remotely over the past few weeks, at least...
The Mysterious Mrs. Sang -- Denial Foreword One of my readers asked that I write a story with an erotic denial theme. This one and the fourth "unrestricted' novel are both based on erotic denial. This is s continuation of the third story of Mrs. Sang and me. It takes place about twenty minutes after the end of the third story. This is an erotic tale from...
Chapter 7 Alexis teaches the power of lust Rhiannon smiled thoughtfully at Alexis and then looked across the room. She stood and walked over to Alexis' display of restraints and torture devices. Alexis stood as well and joined Rhiannon. After a few moments Rhiannon said, "No, I have never even considered myself confident let alone sexually dominant, but I...
Leigh grew up in a very conservative household, and thus entered her first relationship with no real understanding of sex, and an intention to hold off until marriage. She and her boyfriend Chris dated for a long time, though, and over the years they went further and further, finally having sex the summer after their senior year of high school. They dated fo...
On the way home in her large Jaguar, my wife tried to suppress a snicker, which became a snigger, and finally a full-blown laugh. We were giving her sexy best friend, Paula Pain, a lift back to our place for drinks after my second humiliation session with Maitresse Yvette, and I was – naturally – in the back seat, my rightful place, I guess, now I was being...