Something I have been thinking about... I was staring at the computer screen tonight, after you had to scoot. It's always such a letdown, after you leave. Trying to decide what I want to do, with you gone. Then I remembered that you'd sent me pictures. I couldn't go look at them then. I was finishing up a last assignment. With less then seven hours left to...
She sat there, in the small rolling computer chair; her hands tied behind the back of the seat, cloth in her mouth, her voice muffled. She was naked; the round buds of her nipples were perked from the chill of the room. She heard a sound and turned her head. He stood there, naked, his sex already hard from the site of his next victim. A grin formed on his fa...
"Watch your step," Daphne said for the tenth time, as we made our way across her lawn towards the street. "You know, since you're not wearing shoes. Or socks. You really should wear shoes and socks when you're walking outside." With my hands tied behind me, I was walking very, very slowly as to not fall over. An important consideration given that I was less...
Master had become much stricter these days; I was to kneel on the floor from the time when he estimated his arrival. Though sometimes he overran by as much as thirty minutes. Last time he arrived I was on the phone and this hadn't pleased him, so the rule now was to be kneeling and ready from whenever he dictated. So there I was, kneeling, my head touching...
She had the softest skin. I knew that before I even touched her. Her lips were soft. A little wet. Red. Our tongues wrapped around each other. A long kiss. She gave herself without holding back. We kissed again. I'd seen her around. Someone pointed her out to me. A friend. Of mine. Of hers. She said we ought to meet. To play. She knew us both a little too...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Bound to the bed and blindfolded, instead of taking her dancing, Walter gives his wife, Linda, what she really wants, hot sex. With her on her back naked and helpless, Walter imagined his wife, Linda, tied to the bedposts at her wrists and ankles. In the way she was staring at him was the same way he imagined him...
He wanted to join The Club. Heaven knows how he found out about our rather kinky activities, but he had, and he wanted in. His qualifications were weak, to say the least. Lots and lots of fantasies, very little reality. He wanted to become initiated and participate as an active member. I knew the kind. He had experienced some light bondage, usually while ge...
Sometime after my little crew of friends and I discovered our shared interest in assorted fetish related activities it became apparent that to continue in a serious manner some organization was required. Accordingly it was decided to form a secret society which we christened The Wenches. Initially there were to be seven members: me, my best friends RaeAnn an...
This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing l...
Author's note: Dreamers Come Play is an alternate universe. Stories set in it may incorporate touches of magical realism, blurred dreams, and other unexplained phenomenon. This story could have been in Bondage or Exhibitionist. Alcohol and cannabis use. These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe. All events...