We checked into the Rancho and I carried our bags into the room on the second floor. Once inside, she told me to stop. She told me to put the bags down; it was more an order than a request. She said she had been lenient on me up till now; that her patience was wearing thin with my resistance. Prior to booking the Rancho for a week-long vacation we had agreed...
********** A story written by my slut to remind us about the nature of the relationship. ********** The Master had decided a few weeks previously that things had slipped slightly lately. His slut had become lax in her submission to him. It was partly his fault, after all life had been busy, but that didn't excuse her. So the Master decided that she need...
She was leading me unerringly to my place. How did She know where I lived, I wondered briefly before the effort of walking with such a large plug in sissy hole forced my attention else where. Panting more from nerves than the walk I quickly opened the door to the building to get us in and off the street. Almost immediately my landlady was upon us. I nearly s...
The last few years have been a tumultuous ride as I begin to look at growing older. I suppose it's time I pass on some wisdom, perhaps, but frankly, passing on some stories of adventures seems just as profound to me! But these are not stories of mountain climbing or travels, unless you count explorations of kink to be 'travels'! Inheriting money changes eve...
It was dark. Crouched on the floor in our spare room, I could make out the light-lit edges of the other equipment around me. There was a strap-on lying on the floor beside me, and a riding crop with a loop on the end hanging on the wall above a jumble of metal buckles attached to leather straps. And then there was me. I was handcuffed to a steel ring embedd...
Chapter 10 Monique's upper thighs burned as she knelt before Darian. Her back straight, she leaned slightly forward, allowing her hair to cascade forward to veil her eyes as she laced her fingers together behind her back. "Better," Darian said, "but still not quite right. Try it again." Monique fought down the urge to sigh and roll her eyes. Earlier in th...
I drifted in and out of consciousness over the next hour, periodically snapped back into reality when the dildo assaulting my mouth would pause deep in my throat and eject a fresh deposit of cum into my bowels. Looking up at the television display of my abuse I would normally have been turned on by the sight of this brunette in a pink corset and black stocki...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * The rain pelted Calista as she hailed a taxi outside Heathrow airport in London. The cab pulled up to the curb and Calista hopped...
SENT: Friday, 13. November at 5:18 AM FROM: Curator TO: Emily SUBJECT: Re: following instructions Hi Emily, It took me some time to fall asleep. I spent a long time thinking about you and how you would reply which made me horny. I'm happy to say that my expectations were more than surpassed. Yes, I live in central Europe and a 6-hour time difference re...
Comfort Zone - Prolog The use of the capitalized pronoun with reference to myself as "I" in this story instead of the usual respectful small case letter "i" and any other personal references that are not in small case are in no way meant to disrespect my Master or any other Masters or Mistresses in the BDSM Lifestyle. I write for my Master with the knowle...