You arrive home early from work, you walk through the door and let out a sigh. Your wife won't be home for another 4 hours you think to yourself. You walk into the kitchen to grab a beer. Your phone starts going off in your pocket before you get to the fridge, 1 new text message. "surprise in basement" is all it reads. An evil grin crosses your face and y...
I enter the room wearing nothing but a sheer pink spaghetti strap night gown and and an open white silk robe. Only a little light from the hallway and the glowing from the numerous candles on the headboard of the bed light the room. I see my sexy Jenny kneeling on the bed naked and tied as I had left her several minutes before. I admire her body nice and sli...
It's time for my annual orgasm. It had been more than a year, sixteen months to be exact, since my last orgasm. According to the contract my Mistress/Wife Michele and I had signed on the night before our wedding, I was contractually entitled to at least one (and not more than three) orgasm per year. However, I had committed four offenses which had added an...
I am married to a slut. I made her that way. She is 34, redhead, 44d chest, nice plump rear end, and a cute face. She started out resisting my ideas about her fucking other men but over the last 4 years she has done a complete 360. This past Saturday found us in Nashville at a local swingers club. Anita was dressed like the slut she is in a very short skir...
Note: This is an ongoing story about the claiming of a slave and the ongoing life of her and her Master. I have left them nameless, intentionally. Each chapter carries into the next, so not every one will be intensely erotic. I hope that the story helps others come up with some ideas on new ways to guide their own subs/slaves. Enjoy and I welcome all comment...
This is a work of fiction between me and my girlfriend Kiara, she read and enjoyed this and hope you do to! ***** I'll walk out of the cabin in the still sunny afternoon of norwegian summer, enjoying the sight of the trees and lake with the sun shining down on it. It wasn't till I looked to the coast that I saw my beautiful girlfriend Kiara, wearing her ti...
I come home to my apartment one day and find a large manila envelope with no return address in my mailbox. Curious, I open the envelope upstairs and gasp in surprise as an 8x10 photo falls out. The picture isn't terribly clear, but it's obviously me in the picture, lying back on my bed and masturbating, left hand wrapped around my cock, my body arched in ple...
One of Nikki's favorite games was 'rape'. For years she had played herself to sleep with fantasies of white Knights and rescue, and masked marauders and rape. And rape was more fun. First, I got her to talk about her 'favorites' -- coming home from work, showering, then taken, forced, overwhelmed. After school we did not always get to my place at the same ti...
Knock Knock Twelve noon, he was right on time. Filled with nervous anticipation, she opened the door. A smile spread across her lips as he stood in the doorway. Opening the door wide, she stepped aside so that he could enter. “Please come in Sir,” she whispered softly, her voice suddenly failing her. That grin she knew so well riding on his lips, he steppe...
III - Bedtime Amy felt John climb into his side of the bed. A little less than an hour ago, Amy had announced that she was going to take a hot bath and head to bed. John had been a little surprised; it was only 9.30 when she had made her pronouncement, but he supposed that a long hot bath was enough of an indulgence that it made sense. The more he had...