It was dusk and the building was nearly empty. I was alone in my office waiting for my final interview of the day. I overviewed my expensive, modern set up. It was designed to be clean and featureless yet still intimidating. I accredited it half of the reason I could get new hires and underlings to crack so easily. The other parts being my tall, muscular phy...
Alright, people. What's up? I got something to share with you. My name is Salim Mubarak and I'm a Black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University with an MBA, and I presently work for the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce. Not bad for a twenty-eight-year-old im...
Jerry grabbed his laptop, the lunch he had prepared and headed out to his car. It was a quiet Sunday morning a perfect day to water the plants, sit around relaxing and reading the paper, or perhaps spending some time in bed with his wife, except today, Jerry had to work some overtime. He climbed into his car, started the engine and proceeded to drive the thi...
This is a series of stories about how Robin and I met Bill and Alice and became submissive to them, first as individuals then eventually as a couple. It is also about how our marriage not only survived but thrived as willing subs. When we met them we were in our early 40s, a happily married couple. They are gone now and we are in our 60s, still sexually a...
The bar was busier than I would have liked...I'm not a very social Guy. Jean was dressed in a tight white tanktop that showed just enough of Her white lace bra. Both barely covering Her beautiful C-cup breasts. The pleated denim skirt she wore was mid-thigh length and ended just above the white lace stockings She wore. The short red leather boots were the 'c...
Strange BTB. It's a fiction; any concordance with reality is only accidental. ***** After two hours of intense love, Colleen asked Mike to leave. "Darling, it's already seven, in about an hour my husband will be at home." Her younger lover nodded and hurried to the shower. The woman was for him just a cheap fuck, not something worth risk for. They chan...
This is the seventh chapter of my wife's fulfillment of the punishment poem I submitted suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I am grateful that my wife loves me enough to exercise the total control over me tha...
PART VI – Wendy's confession. We had a very quiet dinner that evening. There was clearly a lot of tension in the air. Tom's wife, Kylie, and I tried to avoid eye contact, afraid we would give away our tryst. Tom and my wife, Wendy, were quiet as well. After dinner, we each headed off to bed, I asked Wendy what was the "thing you and Tom were talking about...
MONDAY, JANUARY 4, 2010. "A friend of mine is organizing a private party in here, a sort of reunion for his old school pals, many of who he hasn't seen for years. You'll be concealed in the Priest's Hole throughout," Max told me while showing me the clearing up that needed doing in Function Room One, a regular job nowadays. I was wondering what the point o...
Robert was standing behind my wife rubbing the lotion in firmly. Her legs were spread with her feet set about a foot apart. Her white thong was not visible as it was buried deep between her curvy cheeks. The micro bikini became visible where the top of her crotch started. Although it covered most of the entrance to her welcoming hole, it was so small both li...