I accompanied my wife, Jeanne, to her fifteenth high school reunion in her home town. It was a Saturday night and during the evening we talked to many people but the problem started when I met Don. He and Jeanne dated steadily throughout high school. He was the football star and she was a cheerleader. All evening long he paid special attention to her as th...
This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy. A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M. ***** Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal...
Allison meets with Miss Carla, her Disciplinarian, for a second "training " session. The young Engineer finds out more about herself and her desires. Allison unknowingly meets her Accountability Partner. DISCLAIMER: This is a Fantasy work that in no way reflects real workplace situations or practices. All Characters over 18 years. Please view the Tags to d...
F Self, M/F, Spanking, Bondage, Humiliation = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I found this story on an old backup disk that I was checking for content before destroying. MANY years ago while I was in college, I got into a "discussion" with an English major about writing - specifically writing porn. Since I wasn't an English major, Darlene sa...
It's now time for my second to last punishment session at your office. It's going to be another after-hours one, which hints that something unusual is going to take place again. I cringe at the thought of what else could it possibly be that I haven't been subjected to already? Well for starter, when I walk into your office there's an odd-looking wooden benc...
I'm Eric. I'm around thirty, fit and healthy, with a good job. Not married and currently between girlfriends, a state that I don't expect to last for long. I live in a semi-detached house at the end of a court. I mention this because it means that apart from me and the couple next door, there are no passers-by. We do get the odd salesmen, but not many of th...
Author's note: Please do not think that this scene was out of my limit range. I am able and more than willing to do an intense scene, especially involving ranges of pain which would squick someone else. I am a self professed pain-slut. I do not recommend trying to do something similar to this unless you have played heavily with your Dom/Domme/Master in the p...
You decided one night that we were going to go out on the town. Dinner and a little something extra, but you wouldn't tell me what. You told me to dress up but not to wear a necklace, so I do. My red silky, slinky, dress, my hair up, my only pair of high heels, dangling earrings, a few rings, my Pandora bracelet, makeup, the whole nine yards. It is already...
Sir rang the doorbell and stepped back beside her on the stoop. She nervously leaned forwards, up onto her toes, then rocked back. With a knowing sideways smirk, he signalled her to be still as she waited. Under her windbreaker and twinset cardigan, her skin rose in goosebumps against the chill of the early evening - or was it the task that waited for her in...
The white coat of a researcher, the demeanor of an office worker, the hair cut of a young hipster, that's how he stood there behind the cash register using the slow computer as an excuse for fumbling to produce a receipt for the organic turkey sandwich with date compote and pear slices with a sweet taro bun. The co-worker looked like he actually belonged pee...