Introduction to Part 2, by Ryane When I read the first chapter I was amazed. I could hear the hairbrush hitting my round bottom and I could feel salty tears running down my face. The excitement I was feeling was delicious. I was so turned on. I got so wet, and then I remembered that only filthy slutty girls let their wetness drip. I delicately cleaned my se...
I remember every touch … every word, just as if it had happened yesterday. Even as I sit here alone contemplating all that he ever said to me, I ache to hear more. “How did you first meet him?” seems to be the most common question when I dare to speak his name. And as I try to think back, I can’t really answer. It is as if I always knew him and him, me. We w...
Katie already knew what he was talking about, they had a tradition of measuring the dampness of panties of their customers, and they would be punished for it accordingly. "Get down on your knees slave!" Robb commanded. Katie was quick to oblige. She put her hands on her thighs, palm up and knelt in front of him, legs wide apart and her wet pussy on display...
Bonnie was upset at herself from what happened yesterday, promising herself that she would have her body perfect and would be extra submissive from now on. She knew she had disappointed Him and did not want to do it again, ever. She strengthens her resolve to be a better slave. Going into the bedroom to start her ritual of personal inspection in front of th...
Lady Sally was ready to make her appearance. She squeezed into the rubber outfit, complementing it with a pair of shiny, black stiletto shoes with narrow, pointy tips. She looked and felt fabulous. There was something empowering about the touch of tight rubber clinging to her skin. Her guests were waiting for her in the lounge, having been served tumblers...
She was sitting alone, quietly observing. Her long, straight flaxen hair was pulled back and twisted up into a barrette. The black leather halter and tight jeans she wore were accented by a bright silk scarf tied around her waist like a belt. The party was supposed to be over, the invitation she had received said it was to be held from 8 P.M. until Midnight....
She had just gotten her nails done. A nice fresh coat of nail polish on her slim fingers, French nails as they call them. She didn't have long finger nails, she did work after all, but they were a nice length. Long enough to pinch something... like her nipples, or his nipples... She was going to meet him and she wanted to look nice, she knew he liked how sh...
Hi, This is my first story. Its pretty much a true story. I've never been much of a writer but I hope you enjoy this. Its a bit of a teaser of whats to come... I'm sitting in my shared room at University becoming increasingly hot and bothered by reading a story about an inexperienced submissive. In this particular story which is turning me on so much, a...
I'd taken the red-eye into O'Hare to visit her. I'd been waiting at the airport, for forty-five minutes, for her to pick me up. She was late. I was frustrated. My temper was only exacerbated by the jet~lag I was feeling and I knew that if I were to drive a car on the "Dan Ryan" and get cut off by another driver, road rage would cause me to run the fucker...
For a hot summer day like this it wasn't surprising the way sweat slowly trickled down my back. I was dressed like a slut, but really that's what I was going for; crop top which zips down the front and very accessible, high waisted shorts that ended right at my belly and stopped at a very short length, paired with my favorite knee socks which made my thigh...