The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a "lite" BDSM story with some FemDom thrown in for fun. ***** Years ago, in what seems like another life, I used to work with the color guard girls at the local high school. Flag spinning and tossing, rifle techniqu...
Mistress Claire is my Domme. She and I had been seeing each other, mostly for games with her in charge, for a few months when she introduced me to some of the friends who got her involved in the scene. She told me that every month or so they all get together for a quiet party. People who want to 'swing' can, but it's mostly a sexy get-together of friends. Sh...
Mistress Rebecca and Master Dan were having their Easter Extravaganza tomorrow. They have had two of these parties in the past. It was always a fun holiday for them and their slaves to enjoy. Now you must be thinking why would a Mistress and a Master be a couple? They're both dominant people. Nobody in the relationship wants to be a switch. They both have t...
ANOTHER DAY WITH HIS WANK IN HIS WRIST,OUR BASIL Basil rubbed his cock slowly, going up and down, sitting in the public restroom. Between the memories of Lindy teasing him last night and his curvaceous students at Western State Commonwealth Women's College. Then, after seeing a jogger with legs that went to Miami, Basil had had to cut off the road to drop...
There were so many cars in the parking lot when we arrived at the beach that day that my boyfriend, David, had to drive around quite a while until he found a spot to park. I had planned to change into my bathing suit at the women's room, but it was probably a good twenty minute walk from where we had parked. I guess I should have worn it under my blouse and...
Ryan, Cody and Sean had this.... thing. It wasn't a relationship, gods no! It was a mutually beneficial silent arrangement. (MBSA -- it's got a ring to it. Kinda like an international fuckfest competition.) They did not agree on anything yet they understood everything. Not much conversation happened about it and neither cared. Did they see each other in a...
J, I've been thinking a lot about your question, the one about what I really want, and the answer has been writing itself in my head for weeks. It's time for me to put it into words for you. You asked: "What is it that you want — in your heart of hearts — that would make you really super happy? A rich woman to keep you and encourage you to pick up hot men?...
I was sitting in my living room of the rented beach house, still resting after my afternoon with the two girls on the deck. Vivid, erotic images kept replaying in my mind, and I was still sporting a semi hard cock under my shorts. I tried to focus on the book I was supposed to be writing, but I kept having flashbacks to Diane and Vicky, seeing them lick on m...
Whack! Ted held back a gasp. Celeste paused her slapping with the thick wooden paddle, and stroked Ted's hair, as his head hung over her lap. "Be a brave boy, Teddy." She said this so gently. "Don't cry. Can you be a big boy for Mommy? Take your chastisement in a nice, manly way?" WHACK WHACK! "Yes, ma'am" came the little voice from below, and Celest...
I regard myself as a professional providing a quality service to my clients. I choose my clients carefully, and like to think they've chosen me with discernment and taste, not just for the rather specialised things I'm happy do for them. That's what I was thinking as I walked to my meeting with a new client. We'd arranged to meet in the bar of a rather smar...