.What's next? Straitjacket and hood? Pink panties and a pink ballgag? Favorite Collar Good Old-Fashioned Rope What's next? Straitjacket and hood? Pink panties and a pink ballgag? Favorite Collar Good Old-Fashioned Rope...
Fiona and Diane were sitting on the sofa sharing some wine, waiting for Anna to come around after his "petite mort". An unused joint lay on the table and a large vanilla scented candle flickered and smoked beside it in the dimly lit dungeon. Diane was still fitted with the strap-on but she had cleaned it with soap and alcohol, and that was good, because it b...
This is the second story in this series, I recommend that you read the first story before this one. ***** "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" My eye flew open and I quickly shot my arm out towards the side of my bed. My hand was frantically scrambling over my side table as I tried to locate my cell phone but it was not there. I sat up and looked at my side table and on t...
How could I put it? "See, Mrs. Dungham, if you could be so kind to free me of this, I will definitely raise your wage for cleaning the house." Or "Is it possible that this whole thing remain between me and you? And could you please hand me those panties?" Or perhaps "Ok, let's make a deal, close your eyes and make everything I tell you. Just close your...
Submission wasn't just a job for Jackline. It was a need, a deep desire that she craved every waking hour. Submitting was an addiction which she constantly needed to satisfy. And even if she didn't have a collar snugly secured around her neck, sooner or later she would have find a way to fall to her knees before someone, worshiping them, grovelling at her fe...
I was in a pub with a few friends, Molly amongst them. We had a long-lasting friendship, with, sometimes, benefits. Don't get me wrong - we were not in a permanent arrangement of this kind, but we sometimes would booty call each other. It lasted a few years but never when one or both of us were in relationships. We learned what we liked and we experimented t...
Stephanie had been watching the girl in the straitjacket for almost a half-hour, and she was beginning to grow concerned. The girl was securely, very securely, bound and gagged, and didn't seem to be having any luck in freeing herself, squirming and thrashing periodically before seemingly resigning herself to her helpless fate. Stephanie wasn't sure how the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter begins a sequel to "Mistress Kathy's Academy" and is the eighth chapter in the overall series. An excerpt from Adam's Sub Journal: May 9 First, notice that I'm calling this a "sub journal" instead of a slave journal. Being a sub sounds more like a choice than an obligation. BDSM has always been a fascination of mine, and being...
Mayhem enveloped him. There was an alarm of some sort and he sat up in the strange bed. Light came through his curtains in a sharp horizontal slice toward his head and eyes. He isolated the source of the alarm at his bedside table and turned it off. It was 0600. Where was he? He went to scratch his face and almost poked his eye out with his long nails. Then...
The vacation sadly ended all too soon as they always do but this time we had Pet to always remember this one. When we got home we show Pet around as we got settled back in. Pet helped us unpack once everything was away I thought it was time for some fun. I told Pet to get on the bed as I undressed. I caress Pet as I climb into bed. Mia finishes what she was...