What do you get when you mix coconut rope with two sadists and a non-masochist? The answer is a wow experience and deep space. I was talking to a friend, and a great rope top (RF), one morning when we got to talking about the party coming up in a few days. I love rope and she had tied me before many times, so I asked her if we could do a scene there. She gra...
Chloe stands in the centre of the room, attempting to explain, back straight, hands on head and increasingly uncertain as to how matters might proceed. Meanwhile her partner slowly paces around, an inquisitorial tone in his voice, a leather paddle in his hand. This isn't how Chloe has been expecting things to pan out. Hadn't she played the dutiful corporate...
The night is cool, and it tickles my leg hairs when the chilly drafts hit me. The cold can't soften my cock though, engorged by the beautiful sight before me. Our low, king-sized bed, a perfect picture frame for the bearded, deliciously full bear that is tied to the corners of it. The sleeping mask over his eyes looks almost comical. You don't see too many...
This one is one of my most loved and most memorable dates. I met this one guy at a party, Diego, he was a little older than me, hipster beard, dark eyes, robust muscular body, kind of hot. He told me he owned a bar in one of the waterfront districts. I felt the hots for him, and naturally he was very attracted to me. So after the party we exchanged numbers....
Names, places and events are fictional. *** The Bull leans leisurely back in his chair. His legs stretched over the side of the chair. "Hmmm love seeing a professional at work." He growls approvingly. "Hmm just doing what brings me pleasure." She laughs as the Vixen struts back to him. Her long legs encased in thighhigh boots, shreds of what were a pair...
Author's note: This is a short story written for a competition elsewhere. The rules required 1,000 words or fewer, so it's fast paced and, well, short. Enjoy! ********** One of my more lucrative clients was a small trade association, which had an out-dated membership system, one that I knew very well. I had been coming on-site one day a week, to keep thei...
Some years ago I was under the supervision of a Domme Mistress called Neve who organised for me to undertake a course in sissy training so I fully understood my role as a smalldick submissive. She found me a place on a 6 week sissy training course with a teacher called Mr Deal who was very experienced and had devised such a program. I was to meet Mr Deal a...
*A Banana-fied story. In other words, the material was largely written by someone else and with their permission, I made it more my style. Apparently, that style is flowery and musical, in a good way* The night began as it always did. Ding went the doorbell, a rousing vocal salutation followed by the customary hug and backslap. I smiled as I always did. The...
Winter in upstate New York can be cold, snowy, with icy sidewalks and bitter winds blowing across the barren hills. This Saturday was no different, and Carolyn Johnson, wrapped in her long wooden coat, hat, boots, scarf, and gloves cursed it. She trudged across the campus of Frelling University, intent on getting to Bernir library as quickly as the treachero...
Bob and Becky wanted to explore their sexuality.. and went to visit Mistress Ann. They entered the Mistress' den, wearing the clothing the were instructed to dress in... Bob wore slacks, a button down shirt and boots (of course underwear was NOT allowed), while Becky wore a plaid skirt, heels and a tank top, with not bar, so it showed off her perky nipples....