Author's Note: Just wanted say thank you all for reading and enjoying this one. Please know that through the most of this there will not be any sex really. I wanted the main part of this one to be a build up to what you can expect. I did add a little quick scene at the end for you all to enjoy. The next one will have a lot more... also should be out a lot qu...
I had been coming to these nearly-weekly events for a couple of months. Following a rather traumatic divorce, I'd decided to relocate back to Chicago and to re-engage in real-life BDSM activities, which I'd completely avoided during my years of marriage. Rather reserved by nature, I'd known that it would take a while to re-immerse myself into the lifestyle c...
Alia knew she was in trouble when instead of stealing the contents of Russian mob boss Ivan Strignofsky's safe; she stole his "sex slave". The poor woman hadn't wanted to be there in the first place and Alia felt guilty just walking away. She'd spent the last twenty years keeping out of the notice of others. Or walking away from the bad things that she saw....
Chapter 1 March 31St - The day before. April is a therapist, specialising in couple, and marriage counselling. She was from the city, and was on a short break from work, in a country town named Daylesford. Daylesford is well known as a place to seek spirituality, meditation and relaxation, and April was in the mood to indulge in a week of pampering. She...
She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn't at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes l...
"Kneel, please." My voice was soft; I never needed to raise it. Katarine dropped to her knees, eyes downcast, a model of obedience. She was well trained to my moods and knew when a little resistance was warranted; this was not one of those times. She knew she had overstepped her privileges; she didn't know that I knew, nor what I had in store for her. My h...
Taking his hand, Kisha walks over to a chair, sits down on the edge of it and pulls Jason down across her lap. She tugs his boxers down and studies the red imprint of her first smack. Grinning, she began spanking him lightly at first but then harder. She watched in satisfaction as his butt turned red. Jason moaned with each slap from his Mistress once she b...
For so long we had played the game – I was the dominant Master, and she was my little sub slut. She was very good at her part, and I was even better at mine. She loved being forced, being used, becoming a wet hole purely for the pleasure and use of her beloved Master. I loved the power of making her do slutty things, and even more importantly making her WANT...
The Scholar 3: Emergence I woke up feeling free, giddy & languidly sensual. Looking around, I found myself in my own bed, with messy bedding and pillows on either side of me. Ooh, so Lili & Modo were sleeping with me, now. When I heard talking & laughter downstairs, I rushed, got ready & dressed, & snuck to the studio to get in some sketching. They came in...
After the first session with Mistress Red I was totally enthralled. We'd been in communication a little, but mostly I'd been busy writing. I'd finished chapter 1 of this story and was wondering what chapter 2 might include. I'd submitted the chapter to Mistress Red for her approval and was waiting for her feedback, before sending the final script to Literoti...