6 Days - A Lyrical Short Story of Sexual Frustration Let me start by saying I hate no-masturbating rules. Let me follow that up by saying my Domme knows I hate no-masturbating rules. Today is day 5 of her no-masturbating rule. Day 5 of 6. 5 days. Do you understand how long that is? I don't know if anyone's ever died of sexual frustration before bu...
Chapter 9 – Realisation Jack left the office and headed off toward the bus stop. On his way a devilish though crossed his mind. He diverted towards a shop that he had seen advertised on a fetish web directory – one that he thought could provide the perfect 'toys' for the next phase of his plan. Sitting on his bus, he glanced down at the bags resting between...
As much as I wanted nothing more than to go back to the shop and get some new ink, or even touch-up my current tattoos, life seemed to have different things in mind for little ol' me. First off, less than two months after my last 'appointment', I lost my job. It wouldn't have been so bad except I'd been there for several years and really hadn't considered...
That day was also a very cold day like yesterday. It was a special day for two reasons. First of all, the maid was supposed to meet her Mistresses today, and secondly it was Mistress Isabelle's birthday. The maid decided to stay in her cramped apartment and not go anywhere. She was looking forward to the phone from her Mistress inviting her to work at her h...
The office had been really busy of late and I was working with Sonia on a project we had to have finished for Monday morning, Friday came and we had a few hours of work left to do at the end of business, after discussing this we decided to work through so we could have the weekend off. Sonia was an amazing lady, very sweet and always smiling and very attra...
I walked into Victoria's Secret with almost $500 dollars in my purse and anger in my mind. My boyfriend, Brad, had just dumped me because he told me I didn't dress sexy enough or show my body off like other girls. Worst part is he had never offered to buy me some sexy lingerie or clothes. I figured I would show him a thing or two. As I walked in the store a...
I lead a double life. Most of the time, I'm a middle aged corporate worker with a crappy marriage and a heavy coffee addiction. I have trouble staying awake through the day and trouble sleeping through the night. But that's just most of the time. On the fifth of every month, I go to a strip club called the "Maison de Sade." But it's not just any strip club....
I feel so elegant and sophisticated. My red hair has just been styled. I'm wearing my sexy spiked heels with the rhinestones that bring me up to five foot four. My shoulder-less red velvet gown is hugging my trim body to just above my knees where it flares out so dramatically to my ankles. My diamond necklace, pendulum earrings and two diamond bracelets, one...
I'll show you! A gray medium length skirt, thin over-the-knee black socks, kitten heels; and the icing on the cake: my peek-a-boo vest on top, the one that readily puffs out away from my body. That's it. You got that right, nothing else. And I was headed out shoe shopping. You said I should try it, so by gosh, I was finally going to do it and see what the fu...
I had learned a lot about Georgina Lent since I had met her, and become her mentor. She was 51, dyed blonde hair and attractive, with a good body, and she didn't mind showing it off, if I was instructing her to do so. She was happy that a young man of nearly 20, had taken the time and trouble to become her friend and possible lover, and she had more or less...