This is the third and final part of a fictional story and not intended to suggest anything about real-life BDSM play, consent, or relationships. I welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. Thank you. ***** On Sunday, Matthew honored my tenderness by only kissing me to orgasm with the steel plug in my ass. On Monday, he fucked me with the steel...
I came out of the bedroom after showering and receiving my usual morning blow-job. Sue, Louise and my wife were sitting at the kitchen counter drinking coffee and talking. As I walked over, pecker dangling and balls swinging, Louise motioned me to come over. As I did, she reached and grabbing my cock pulled me closer. She got off her stool and fell to her k...
I felt numb. Nothing came out of my mouth. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back of the platform. He took a cushion from a side table and placed it in front of the wooden pole. "Please kneel on it," he told me. My mind had stopped working. I did what he asked. I knelt on the cushion facing the crowd. The sole of my feet was touching the pole. H...
Chapter Five -- A New Mistress It'd been three weeks since the oil wrestling debacle against Miss Goodman; three weeks in which Ms. Lee had lost all control of her situation. What had started out as a slow, boring school year -- one that didn't even get interesting until Brian Bitner staked his claim to her in early January -- had suddenly gotten totally ou...
The setting sun lazily flashed and flickered off the final water jump. Caroline dug her boot heels in to goad her horse, Odyne, to complete the final jump. Before the ripples caused by the mud falling from the horses hoofs had reached the bank, she had crossed the line to what can only be described as polite, almost sympathetic applause. 'Bugger' she thoug...
This story has sexual content. If you are not over 18 then do not read. The names in the story has be changed to protect the real people who have been mention. The story is real. The truth is stranger than fiction. I am 58 year married white guy dressed in the standard dress for a crossdresser. You know black thigh high fishnet stockings with black suspen...
The chair is high-backed with no arms, the sort you would normally find at a dining setting, however this one is not at a dining setting and not in a dining room. It is situated at the side of a room, about a metre out from the wall. I am seated in it with my arms tied together behind the back of the chair and my legs pulled back and tied to the rear legs of...
Cairo, 1910. xxx I can say without fear of contradiction that I had never before felt such fearsome heat in all my nineteen years. I stood on the foredeck of the narrow boat and I looked up at the enormous yellow ball that was the sun shining from a cloudless sky. It had been a pleasant journey by sea from the port of Southampton to the port of Alexandria...
Thank you to Blackwing for spellchecking this and whatnot. Enjoy. ***** 'Dad?' Alexis called out, hearing the sounds of her father struggling against something, 'Is everything o...Kay!' The 21 year old woman stared at the scene before her in shock. Laying naked as a jay bird and highly aroused was her father, his hands and feet handcuffed to the bedposts...
This is the second part of the story. Please read part one to find out how things got the way they are. * We laid together in silent afterglow for the longest time, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The last thing Nancy had said, about having more fantasies she would like to live out, stuck in my mind. I kept thinking about my pubescent fantasies, and...