I find myself tied, naked, to your chair. My head is under your desk, and my body is out to one side. I have been there for hours, alone. See, you had errands to run and you wanted me to be there when you got back. So you secured my right arm to your chair, and my left arm to your desk. You then took off for a walk to the dry cleaners and the bank, and a few...
Some part of his mind wondered what had brought him to this place. His exact predicament was at once easy and difficult to describe. His face was currently buried between the thighs of one of his junior officers while he lapped desperately at her dripping sex. Beyond that, he would be hard pressed to say where he was. His mind had long since disappeared, los...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix * It was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of ci...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
You must believe me when I tell you I never set out to do this. Sure, it's worked out pretty well for me. I concede that. But I did not have some master plan to take control of my professor's mind and body. I certainly never expected to reach the stage where he strips naked, empties is wallet, drops to the floor and begs to worship me whenever I step into hi...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Tuesday, January 20 I scooped the last of the Honey Nut Cheerios from my cereal bowl. There were four of them in my spoon, all floating in milk. They looked so serene, as if they were spending their day on the l...
Synopsis: Carol has a talent for making toys. Hers are no ordinary toys. In this story she adds a young husband and wife to her toy collection. Chapter 1 Planting The Seed Julia closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and immersed herself into the soothing comfort from her husband's warm hands. Tom's hands slowly massaged a creamy scented lotion into the bottom o...
I was lying out in my backyard, it was a Friday night and I couldn't wait for her to arrive. Who is she you might ask? She's amazing that's what she is, but as for who she is...well ok I'll just come out and say it. I'm a pervert, I'm into all types of deviant, kinky but of course legal sexual activities. I really enjoy BDSM and am rather submissive to attra...
Chapter 4 Tom's job is never done. (12: NOON) While Tom ate his sandwich, he read the typed sheet inside the first envelope. Each of the women wrote their own special kinks so that no one but Tom would know exactly what each of them liked done to them. One thing that all the women would require is for his hands to be secured as he serviced them. Each of t...
He had been my Master for nearly a year. I cannot say exactly why I so enjoyed the humiliation, the torment and the pain that he made me endure. But I did. Very much. My feeling for him was like an addiction. Many times I thought, “I’ve had enough. I can’t stand this. This is the last time.” But I always came back. I needed him. And he knew, and he used that...