I giggled at him. "How would you like your tea Sir?" "Actually I'll have a beer, they are in the fridge." I clambered up from my position on my knees and padded out to the kitchen. I quickly found the beer. I considered making myself a cup of tea, but decided that would take too long and settled for a glass of water so as not to keep my Master waiting. I...
Originally sent as an E-mail to a submissive woman I was playing with at work - has been submitted before, but I have made a new account to reflect my switch tendancies, and wanted to have all my work in one place. Please feel free to comment or contact me - good or bad - thanks ...... I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the midd...
(this is my first attempt - would love all feedback - good or bad) * I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the middle of the room you kneel with your back to me, your eyes blindfolded, and your hands cuffed behind your back. Other than the cuffs and blindfold you are naked. As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you w...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group,...
"The smell of leather and wood is very distinctive and intoxicating. That heady musk aroma normally associated with a man, yet, when a person is bound within its straps. It isn't the aroma that intoxicates any more, it is the willing release of yourself to another person. That gift of power over your mind and body. The exhilaration of letting go of everythin...
About an hour after I'd hung up the phone from Ali's call, I got a call from Owen. We'd known each other for nearly ten years, in fact he had facilitated my meeting with Dr. Kate Abrevia, the surgeon and now friend who'd amputated my leg for me. When Ali had told me that they'd gotten together, I'd been overjoyed. She was my very best friend, and the fact...
"Those slaves, those whores, those concubines sicken me – they absolutely sicken me. They stand out there on the street corners, offering their bodies to the highest bidder, any man who will give them a handful of bills for a night of sick pleasure. How do they look at themselves in the mirror? Can they not see the soulless, hollow creature that resides with...
Hall Pass (38) Walt and Liz at the Club By: LewdLuke *** A half hour later, as I finished dressing I sensed Liz behind me. She said, "Close your eyes and turn around." I complied. She said, "Open." My new lover posed in front of me in a most beautiful dress. It was longer than the cocktail dresses Linda usually wore but there was a slit on the left side...
Author's Note: This story is one of a series I've been working on. The premise is that there exists a private club, known as the "Villa di Dolore", dedicated to assisting its members in playing out their kinky fantasies. Each of the stories follows a member or members through a scene. A number of the stories have been posted elsewhere under my other pen name...
Peggy was trying to decide between her pink poodle skirt and the black and white checkered, when her mother called from the bottom of the stairs. "Peg," she shouted, "You have a phone call." "Coming, Mom." She tossed the skirts on her bed. "Checkers," she thought as she scampered down the steps. "Slow down," her father muttered from behind the sports sect...