He sat on the bed, waiting for the door to open. He knew there were three other rooms, each with a man waiting, one on a bed, one in the loungeroom, and one in the study. He knew them by name, and they knew him. This was the third meeting. In the kitchen there were four women, standing next to the stove. They watched as the timer moved through its final sec...
My husband had been talking about D/s for months. Finally he found a person, another man, who would train him to become a Dominant. Jeff felt like he’d always been supposed to be living this lifestyle. As he told me about it, the idea appealed to me, I have to admit. He gave me some books he’d bought on the subject so that I would know what he was talking ab...
I call you and tell you to be ready at 5 pm, and to dress in a nice blouse and skirt-not too short but above the knee. Later when I knock on your door you immediately open it, as if you had been standing there, waiting. I hand you one long-stem red rose and kiss your hand. As I hold open the car door and you sit in, I admire your beautiful long legs. As we d...
We left home at 7:30 p.m., as the temperature finally dipped below 80, a pleasant drive in the car I thought, just an hour or so. Smiling now, realizing that I should have known better, known what summer evenings do to my lover. My Heaven, I always call her that now, for heaven is where she takes me, time after time. She is so beautiful, sensual, and downr...
Whispers of Submission (#7 of Kelly Series) (C) Copyright 2010 - MindSplinter - Published under Creative Commons License (Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike) This is more prose than story but its still part of the Kelly series. I hope everyone enjoys! * Lean back in your chair and close your eyes my little subbie and feel me holding you gently in my ar...
I was with a couple of friends driving down the street when we spotted you. You looked like just another cheap fucking cum whore. We decided to grab, and then gangbang you in my buddy's basement. He was very much into BDSM and the pleasurable pain that goes along with it. We pulled up next to you and I jumped out to grab you. I even told you what our plans...
The basement is sweltering from the barrels of boiling water and lye. I agitate the clothes with the heavy wooden paddle, and a tear rolls down my check as I remember better days gone by. Since my husband's death, returning to work is not a choice; I must in order to survive. The Sire's home is the prized property in all the land. I should be grateful to w...
Wrist rubbed red from hours in ropes. A blindfold bleached from catching sweat from a soggy blonde mop. Chapped lips chew a cherry ball gag. A worn chest welted by kisses from the whip. A lower back arches aching from hours in the stockage. His quads quaking, his butt asking for a seat, and his feet swelling in his fashionable high heels. The best part fille...
This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will be happy and some will... well lets j...
This story is a work of fiction. ***** I am married to a twenty four years old beautiful woman. Carla is of Brazilian-Italian mix, I met her on the internet and after several months I asked her for marriage in her home town in southern of Brazil. When I saw her pictures on the net in a correspondence website, I fell in love with her hazel eyes, brown hai...