You knock gently with a hint of hesitation and I answer the door opening it slowly. You smile but quickly look down and I take this opportunity to look you up and down. You are wearing a simple pin striped black skirt with a black silk blouse and look amazing, I offer my hand and you take it as I lead you into the room. As the door closes I pin you to the...
Olga was raised in a traditional Spanish family; she never missed a mass, never swore and never went out without a duenna to accompany her. Her grandmother, a lady whose maid had laced her into a corset every morning, believed that all respectable ladies should be girdled. This outdated concept was forced on Olga at a young age. The women in her family were...
You receive a text message that is short, clear and precise. A time and location as well as what to wear. You are directed to a hotel, a boutique hotel with eclectic decor, but large enough to provide some anominity. As directed you are wearing a skirt and a shirt that buttons up the front. Under your skirt you are wearing garters and hose, as the instructi...
The way she sits on the edge of the bed, examining one maroon-lacquered fingernail, she has no idea what my intentions are. Today she’s wearing a white dress of some silky material that sets off the summer tan on her arms, highlighting the deep auburn of her hair, and a scarf around her neck that surely must be silk; I wouldn’t expect any less of her. I love...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* My sister Ma...
5 Her hand moved instinctively to her stinging wet bum and gently massaged it. He had unbound her before going back inside, and she had sat there panting and shaking as her mind returned from its orgasmic prison. Now she stood, looking out over the balcony, luxuriating in the pulsing glow that spread through her body, and thinking of the woman she had been...
Motionlessly, Miranda knelt on the cold, black slate floor. Calm in appearance only, her mind raced over the events of the past week. She thought Master would have shown more excitement, more praise, more, well more than the disappointment she had seen in his eyes when she told him of her little idea. He was clearly displeased when she explained that he wou...
As I stand in front of you you're sat facing the back of the dining chair. You are topless, wearing a black garter belt and black FF stockings and classic black spike heels. I'm wearing a classy black suit, white crisp cotton business shirt, gold tight dog-tooth silk tie with black brogues. In my hand I'm holding a red silk scarf that I'm folding into a lo...
There is nothing in the world, nothing, that comes close to watching your sub tremble... Sometimes, it's the pain... We all know how that feels... When we have taken them as high as they can go... The pain, the pleasure, the build and then the body takes over... the endorphins, the dopamine all rush round the mind, the body... and oh how the soul soars. Bu...
I woke up with the knowledge of who I was fighting. I knew my opponent but not how to beat her. My previous searches about the dress had yielded nothing. Maybe I should just have burnt the dress. I decided against that. If I burnt the dress, I could solve my problems or destroy any chance of resolution. It was too much to risk. I would research the owner of...