"Hello - I - I'd like - I'm uh, supposed to make an appointment there," stammered a male voice at the other end of the phone. Bethany knew from the shaken voice what she was to ask next. "What's the case number?" she asked. "C seven one sixty four X." Bethany smiled to herself. "What day do you want to make the appointment?" "I just want to get it over...
"I believe she has been left alone long enough," I whisper to Myself. I finish reading the paragraph, note My place with the bookmark (in the form of a silhouette of a tall woman seen in profile, one of her many small gifts to Me), and set the hardcover novel on the coffee table. I stand, stretch, and finally make My way to the bedroom. The carpet effectiv...
This story has been written to challenge rather than titillate. Discussion on the Lit BDSM board has sparked the idea for this story. I hope all there see this. The author does not endorse the use of devices as described in this story. Do not try this at home! ----------------------------------- Ann looked at Gary standing gazing back defiantly at her....
This story was written in collaboration with a friend, J. Thanks for a great process! The series will contain humiliation, BDSM, consensual slavery and lots of fucking. -- ANOTHER SIDE BET Meanwhile, in Rachael's crowded dorm room on the far side of campus, the newcomers are planning their strategy. The stakes are high already, and tensions are mounting....
The day after our last episode where my Goddess used all the clothespins and fucked my ass, we were lying on the bed together. I had just licked her to a few orgasms and she was cradling my head in her hands looking into my eyes. "I want to fuck you again baby." "So soon?" I asked, and she nodded. I told her that my ass was hers whenever she wanted me. It...
I'm Jack, a senior citizen and a widower. On alternate Saturday mornings Ellie who is now 20 comes to clean. She is one of a group of university students who just charge minimum wage rates. When the doorbell rings I get up, slip on a short dressing gown, open the door and let her in. She slips off her coat and hangs it up. Her uniform is that of a French Mai...
I was sitting in the room; it was dark but lit well by the full moon shining brightly in through the tall windows to the right hand side of me. I didn't say a word to her as she came in slowly with her head down and hands behind her back, she didn't seem to notice me sitting there any way, she just walked across the room past me and knelt down with her hands...
I was laying on a bed; blindfolded, face up, and "spread eagle" tied to the four legs of the bed. I had lost track of time. I could have been here at least twenty minutes. Without a clock or other activity it is sometimes hard to tell. I heard a door open and felt a slight puff of cooler air and heard footsteps approaching me. I heard a woman's voice: "Ho...
Flickering flames light the room, bouncing golden lights around the dungeon walls. Toys of the best kind line the room, All gleaming and begging for some sweet sub to find their way into their special shackles. But they stand empty, cold without their lovers touch. No beautiful Mistress's touch to bring the toys to life and make them sing. A log falls in t...
It was many years ago when a friend, a recovering alcoholic, showed her a wall hanging that was the basis for any twelve step recovery program. It read:"Today is the first day of the rest of your life". Now here she was, all dressed up, standing, waiting, collared and blindfolded with only the sounds of classical music to accompany the butterflies playing d...