When we got back to the hotel we headed upstairs. I wasn't sure about you, after all you had come at least five times already, but I knew that I was still horny. I wanted your body again; I couldn't get enough of it. I was always a horny and sexual guy, but with you I was even more so. 'You wanna have a bath together and clean up a bit??' I suggested with a...
It's not easy to keep my lover happy and guessing. She loves the sex, tells me all the time, yet I know that she also loves surprises and adventure and newness. She's so very smart and forward I have to be at my most creative and on my best game to keep that impish smile on her face and the look that says she would choose me over all the better men who offer...
These are the accounts when I sent sara for Pony and Puppy training. *** Pony Training. Last year I was sent for pony training to a farm on the Yorkshire moors for a weekend by my Master. He wanted to open my eyes to everything related, however loosely to the DD lifestyle we lead. Sir drove me up to the farm past lots of old barns, most converted into h...
The whole house was excited about the news of the double engagement right from the new scullery maid, Kitty, to the Master of the house. Joe rang PaPa, "Excuse me for ringing Sir, could we all please make an appointment to discuss wedding dates and venue with you all." Hi Joe, how does tomorrow afternoon at 4.30 fit into both your schedules?" "Fine Sir, a...
There was never any confusion about their relationship. They would most often meet at his house, the two of them: Dillon, his protege, finishing his masters course, and Dillon's young protege, Aubrey, still in her undergraduate but with a fine head for figures. Aubrey was very beautiful and very talkative and she would argue with Dillon endlessly about the...
1. Miss Stern delivers both punishment and pleasure I knocked timidly on the heavy door and heard Miss Stern's voice from within, commanding me to enter. I slowly opened the door and walked into the presence of my Headmistress. She was in her mid-fifties and sat behind her massive oaken desk as I came in, studying a heavy file. I stood still just inside the...
She sat on the couch, her hands trembling, staring at her purse. Her purse held a little bomb, the clock ticking down. Escape seemed unlikely. Looking quickly at her watch, she hoped with all her heart he would be late. Please please please... That might save her for a bit. They had dinner plans with several friends, and if he got home too late, the bomb w...
She was just kneeling on the bed, her eyes obscured by the cloth I'd tied there. I could tell she was nervous, she said she wanted to try something different and kinky; something more exciting. In recent months our love-making had become a little monotonous, we both thought it but she was the first to say it. In the dim room, lit by a single lamp on the beds...
It was the worst day of her life - and it wasn't over yet. As Nancy walked home from the school bus stop, slowly, very slowly, she thought about the terrible things that had happened that day, and what was yet to come. The day began uneventfully. Out of bed, shower, breakfast, and off to school. Nancy wore a short skirt, the new blue plaid uniform skirt her...
The thought of spanking a girl over my lap was the pinnacle of my sexual desires. The trouble was that this was before the internet and spanking was rarely mentioned. There were drips and drabs gently alluded to on TV, in books and now and then in the newspapers. I was also aware of certain specialist publications but I was far too repressed to buy them. T...