"Are you bold enough to let me play with your balls and your asshole?" In for a penny... "...Yes," I whisper. "Louder." "Yes," I say again, with a little more conviction this time. "Yes to what?" she asks. "What is it you want me to do?" "I want you to play-with my balls." "And?" ...In for a pound. "And my asshole." She's still jerking me. God, I m...
Author's note - don't forgot new stories from me will soon be posted under 'Robert_Anthony' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The 'soft' option... I .................................... (hereafter referred to as 'slave'), agree this day ....../ ...... / ............... to be bound...
This story could have gone in several different categories, from BDSM to Interracial Sex or Group Sex. I finally decided to put it in Loving Wives because it seemed more that than anything else. You may disagree, but read the whole thing first. It's got a lot of stuff in it. * Within five days of our return from Vegas, Marcia said she no longer had any sor...
I pick her up about an hour before you get home from work. Making sure she is ready, hair, make-up and dressed for you. I paint her nails the color you like, deep red wine. Then, dressing her in a pair of 6" heels, bra and white cotton panties. She lays on the bed and waits. I return to the living room, watching out the window, waiting to see you pull in th...
When we arrived at the cabin, Sir turned to me. "Pet, are you happy?" "Yes, Sir," I replied with a smile. "Show me. I want to see you skip like a little girl all the way to the cabin door." I gulped, knowing what agony that would cause, given all the weights currently suspended by my very-tender nipples. Sir beamed as he read my expression. "If I'm not...
Marriage Dynamics Marriage can get static. Kids grow up and do what 'they' want and mom and dad have to deal with boredom. Over the years we had our issues like most people only I am a man who is less jealous than most. Work was sometimes hard to let go of and her social habits were more active than mine so I would usually stay late at work and she would d...
This correspondence happened over a year ago, after I wrote Online slave training instructions No.1. Only minor changes were made. At times it felt surreal, a crazy fantasy, and the next moment reality added meaning and intensity that no fiction could ever have. This story is our story. ************** Chapter 1 - Guinea Pig SENT: Monday, 08. November a...
Before Breakfast: When he woke he as disoriented - he didn't know the time, couldn't see the light or see anything, blinking he felt the blindfold. He tried to stretch, but his arms were still bound behind him. He tried to move , to sit, but his leash didn't have enough slack. As he moved, she pushed him down and kissed him, "Good morning, my little slut. I...
Coping with my denial was a little bit easier the following week. I was still horny as hell and still very much wanted to touch my pussy, but I was beginning to adjust with the fact that I didn't have permission. I suppose after enough time just about anything can start to seem normal, no matter how crazy it actually is. Still, I can't deny that I was despe...
It has been a long week and I am glad to reach the start of the weekend. Knowing I would be home a few hours earlier than you, you left me this morning with instructions about how to start my Friday evening. I stop at the supermarket on my way home, fetching everything needed to cook a simple, light meal. When I get home, I put the shopping away and then und...