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Heidi Seeks Pt. 02

by Pocketrocket2 on Jun 4, 2019
BDSM

In this part Heidi continues her train journey home them reminisces about her late husband/slave and her young lover. * She turned on her heels and as she went through the sliding doors said over her shoulder "I think a glass of prosecco to celebrate would suffice." She walked back to her seat, while Kevin turned the other way to the buffet car. A few min...

Mistress Aminata Kanu's Dungeon

by Samuelx on Feb 7, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

As Salaam Alaikum, to any kinky fellow Muslim reading this. Salutations and greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I am Aminata Kanu, also known as Mistress Ka, an expert on BDSM and Black sexuality. I'm a young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Santa Barbara, California. Before we go any further, I must warn you that I'm into some truly extreme shit, and I...

Shopping!

by jasonbcx on Dec 28, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"Oh come on, babe, I don't want to go shopping.." You woke me up with a call, knowing today was my day off. "But fine. I'll come out for lunch and we can go from there.. Right.. Eleven o'clock? Okay, love you." I climbed out of bed and got into the shower, letting the hot water fall over me, hammering at the aches in my muscles. After the shower I got dress...

Bratty Natasha

by Jasmine27 on Dec 29, 2017
BDSM

Thanks to theMasterBaiter for editing this story! * Natasha was feeling bratty since morning, when Master had left way too quickly for work. He was in the middle of teasing her, slowly eating her out when his phone had rung! She was angry and frustrated. It had been 4 hours, and since she was not allowed to touch herself, she was frustrated and her panties...

A Mother's Wrath Ch. 00: Prologue

by Iwroteathing on Apr 8, 2019
BDSM

The sound of thunder and the flash of lightning outside her window awoke Liora with a start. She didn't hate thunder and lightning, but it did put her into an inconvenient autopilot, moulded by years of bombs and people who wanted her dead. Her first instinct was to check on her daughter Avigail, her panic at seeing an empty bed abated by the waking remembra...

Want to Watch the Game

by Ashson on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

I'd caught a lift home from Mike and he suggested that I have dinner with him and watch the game. In case you're wondering, Mike and I live close to each other so we'd carpool to work. Saves us money and we're both going to the same place so why not? Anyway, not having any plans for the evening except to watch the game, I agreed. This way I got a free meal a...

No Going Back

by dandanger on Oct 10, 2017
BDSM

Dan's stomach lurched as Sarah left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He watched her rear view appreciatively as she headed into the bedroom. Too late to change his mind now. There was no way to stop her seeing the strap he'd left on the middle of the bed. He sat, stomach in knots, trying to sip his coffee as two of the longest minutes in his life ticked by....

Mistress Antebellum of Alabama

by Samuelx on Nov 26, 2017
Interracial Love

Helena Smith-Barrington is a sixty-year-old woman originally from the City of Birmingham, Alabama, who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, during the real estate craze affecting the Capital of Canada. Far from her southern comfort zone, Helena had to adapt to a brand new environment. Fed up with the direction the economy in Alabama was going in, Helena dec...

A Lesson in Good Behaviour

by delicatedarkness on Nov 26, 2017
BDSM

...and why doing as you're told is a good idea. I'd been bratty all day. I'd ducked and dived away from his warnings and gentle threats, just to frustrate him. It was only a game...wasn't it? In the summer sunshine, laid on soft grass, my mischievous smile and tongue between my teeth was enough to get away with bad behaviour for now. Surrounded by friends a...

Bruises on Bruises

by delicatedarkness on Nov 26, 2017
BDSM

I'll be honest, I was nervous. Of course, I was nervous, it was to be expected, wasn't it? A spontaneous invite for 'drinks' now left me sitting in a pub, bouncing my knee up and down with a sweating palm clutching my half-drunk cider. I'd deliberately sat opposite the entrance, tucking myself into a corner, my eyes glued to the door waiting for it to open....