She heads back over to the bar she was at just a few hours ago. She can smell the salt in the air. It was a short walk from their hotel, had good food and a decent bar. She had been tired from a day at the beach so had headed back to their hotel to relax. He had promised to follow when he finished his drink. That was a few hours ago. He had probably picked...
Until the middle of May of my freshman year, I attended classes at the University of North Texas (UNT). Partying consumed more time than studying, and my grades weren't good. As a result, the Dean put me on probation the next semester. When classes ended, I hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City, it wasn't one of the most intelligent things I ever did. I was 25 years...
The park's long picnic table is covered with a thick blanket, to protect her naked skin from any splinters. Strong, thick rope connects each wrist and ankle cuff to the sturdy legs of the picnic table, with several additional ropes ensuring her torso does not have much freedom of movement; another rope even runs through the D-ring at the front of her wide co...
A few weeks ago, I had made a comment to Lyndsay how odd it seemed that both Dawn and I were such natural submissives. We took to bondage, humiliation, and harsh punishments as readily as ducks take to water. "Is this something that runs in my family?" I asked, "If I researched my family tree would I find other women who took to bondage, nudity and cruel p...
Chapter two - Bed and Breakfast He hummed a little tune as he led his sexy newly acquired slave Alice Green up the stairs to her bedroom. Blindfolded, ball gagged, with her wrists snugly handcuffed behind her she offered little resistance. She still wore her red high heel shoes and her black self support stockings but the rest of her clothes were left behin...
As the mood strikes, I enjoy using mental triggers that I know will start the sub-space process in some submissive. It differs from one to another. Some enjoy being reminded that "[they] are an adorable little slut", others respond to "on your knees". This toy's trigger is "are you wet?"; which I understand is a little unfair: she is, I know it. She has been...
It was early on a Sunday morning, about 8am, when she parked her car over by a local mall not far from a movie theater. Nervously she got out of the car with the bag and walked over to the movie theater. She proceeded behind one of the large dumpsters and got undressed leaving only a small thong. Her cloths were in a pile beside the bag. From the bag, she pu...
It was quiet in the woods, and private, the way they liked it. Trees and bushes and secret, winding footpaths. Peaceful glades where no one would see them. Sunshine and dappled shade, the heavy scent and stillness of a summer morning. Lenny had put the camera away, now he turned to Maggie and took up the loose end of one of the blue nylon ropes he'd used to...
"We need all this rope?" Olga asked, her voice dripping with incredulity. Blinking, she hastily added, "Miss Rita," but it was too late. The tone of voice and omission had been noted. Miss Rita had been working with her concerning her use of politeness and proper address when speaking. Olga didn't have to say 'Miss Rita' or even 'Miss' with every sentence, b...
Yumi returns to Art Class, this time for a fully nude life drawing lesson. Ms. Pennyworth also has some more creative ways to use props in this class. Please tell me your thoughts in the comments section, always looking to improve my writing. Thanks! ********************* More Art Class Given Yumi's level of exhaustion from the Anatomy Class, she was allo...