Being confined inside the iron body cage was completely different from the stress bondage of the shibari ropes. Without the constant pain that knawed at my muscles and at my mind it was the time for the latter to wander. Not that my confinement within this tight little triangular prison was anything more than comfortable by comparison. My wrists were still h...
Like many before me, I find myself in a rut. Same-old day-to-day frustrations at work, nothing seeming to inspire me and nothing to look forward to saving the day I can chuck it all in and walk away a free man. I do my best not to bring my gorgeous wife down with me, but the emptiness pervades everything I do so it is inevitable that she is affected by my ma...
He woke cold, wet and shivering; the Team Mistress arrived and he was marched to the citadel with the others. She smiled with pleasure at the discomfort of the slaves through the hood of her shiny full length rubberised rain coat. Though cold and wet, the view of her from the rear as she squeaked along with her short whip in hand, gave him an erection as he...
It all came about because my husband, Roger, and I took in a lodger. She was a lovely young thing, a tall blonde, beautifully built if slightly on the muscular side, and the local girls school's new physical education mistress. I say "school", it was more of a home for wayward girls aged between 18 and 20 years – a place they would be sent to avoid going to...
Having laid out my choice on the bed, I ordered Sonny boy to push a low stool to its end. Then I got a silk scarf and a length of cord. "Now, slave," I said, "before you dress me, you are going to perform a little service. For my amusement." "Yes, Ma'am." He looked quite eager. "I am going to kneel on that stool and you are going to come behind me ... and...
Monday When Katherine came in the house, the Eyesore was kneeling on the floor, naked with her face pressed to the floor, Katherine's martini in front of her. It was something to see the Eyesore's hands clasped behind her back, balancing herself with her face and her knees, awaiting me, Katherine thought. Katherine leaned down and picked up the martini and...
There are those who might find parts of this story distasteful, but I wish to relate to you all how it all happened. I'm not perfect, and my willpower sometimes fails me. You might judge me as an opportunist and maybe that's true, but I believe in life that one should take every opportunity that's on offer. I'll let you be the judge of my guilt. I need to g...
A firm knock sounded on the solid wood front door of the pleasantly appointed, if somewhat ordinary, house at the end of the cul de sac. Dana's heart raced as he stood up quickly. The time had come. He could still halt the momentum of events; stay quiet and allow his visitor to depart. Instead, he steeled himself, stepped forward and, without stopping to loo...
Helen's Slave Ch. 3--Painslut *If you are offended by lesbian sex or power games, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.* "Come here you slut. Come to my office now!" "But Mistress, I'm at work." "What is the rule then slut?" "I...I have 15 minutes to answer your call Mistress. I have to go anywhere you command me at any time you want." "Are...
Author's Note: Welcome randy reader. I am honored that you have selected my story. I have written 'The Tempest is Thy Namesake' in three parts covering the expanding sexual explorations and experiences of Wendy Rains. I hope that my randy readers will find that each part reads well enough as a stand-alone story. For those many readers that are here to only...