Continuing story of June and her decent into kink and BSDM After two excellent sessions with June, I new I had found myself a true submissive slut, she was ready for anything I could think of and had shown a true enjoyment when there was pain mixed with pleasure. It was time to go shopping, I finished work the following day and headed off to Cold Storag...
It was a hammer blow to my upper left chest. I clutched at it with my right hand. The ATC slowed rapidly, pitching me forward against the force of the blow, but not enough to keep me from flying off the bike. I landed on my back. The pain was excruciating. Heart attack? No, the hand clutching my chest felt sticky hot wetness. Blood! I had been shot! I lay i...
I awoke to a soft chiming near the head of the bed. I tracked the pleasant sound to a pyramidal alarm clock on a bedside table. A wave of my hand silenced it, and I made a mental note to get one. It was definitely preferable to the over-happy DJ voices on my clock radio. Drifting into the room was the wonderful smell of cooking. Shelly was gone, but there wa...
I am a male in my early forties and although I don't work out or have massive pecs I still have a good athletic figure. I have for a long time had a mild interest in BDSM but this has increased a lot in the past few years. It may be the hormones, they cause some older men to chase young girls while others have different effects. Unfortunately I hadn't found...
I looked down at my breasts as I stood naked in the lovely little private garden, while my employer, Patricia, and her assistant Charisma, debated how to start my next hour's punishment. My breasts thrust out beneath me like two oversized melons, the skin taut and stretched, veins showing across their voluminous spheres. This was because they were imprisone...
Walking into my bedroom I head straight for my closet and reach up to pull my camera bag down off the top shelf. My parents had brought me this expensive camera back when they were trying to push me towards a career in photography, but I could never find the motivation to pursue something I wasn't passionate about. How disappointed they would be if they knew...
Tom walked in the front door of his suburban home mid-morning on Wednesday. He hadn't been there since the previous Sunday. All he wanted to do was pick up a few things and leave again. He had expected his wife, Peggy, to be gone to work. Tom went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and noticed the handcuffs and the strip of duct tape still lying on the c...
Authors Note: This is a direct continuation of the first chapter of this story 'Natalie Submits', so to understand the full context it might be best to read that first! :) I could barely get the events of two nights ago out of my head. Fuck what had I been thinking? I wish I could have blamed the booze, god knows I'd drunk enough of it that night. But I kn...
(It is 1942 and our newlyweds are at Fort Riley, Kansas where Jack is about to start his basic training) * "Oh!" "Yes....there...!" "Oh, God!" My orgasm hit and I completely lost my capacity to speak any further. Not that my speech was anything close to intelligible up to that point anyways. My husband was over the top of me and we had been writhing aga...
Still day 1. When Frank woke up The first thing he felt was pain in his head as if he had been knocked out. His head was dizzy and he tried to remember what happened. He seemed to be laying on a hard surface of some kind. He looked around and he appeared to be in a medium sized room. The walls were covered in red padding not just the walls but the door too....