You are bound, your hands behind your back, leaning over the railing of the balcony, your breasts hanging over the edge of the railing, your legs spread and tied to the bottom rail. From your ass you feel cum dripping down your thighs as you look across the street at the apartment building. In several apartments, people are pointing, some are pulling up chai...
Now, karrell, you will listen and follow My EVERY instruction. Make SURE that you do everything as I tell you or you will regret your insubordination. The mellow voice spoke in a whisper. Karrell was bound to a table of some sort and, though she was not blindfolded, she could still not see her captor. He stood behind her right shoulder, just out of her peri...
WARNING: This story contains serious pain and sadomasochism. If that is not your thing, please find another story. * Tarron regained consciousness slowly. His mind was fogged from the tranquilizer dart that had brought him down. He became aware of pain in his joints and wrists, tried to curl and realized that his arms were tightly bound above him, body han...
This is the second of a series of "Session Diaries" inspired by sessions with pro-Dommes in Manhattan in the late 1990s. I waited, naked, on my knees leaning forward with my head and hands on the floor. The room was a windowless space in an industrial loft in Midtown. One harsh light shone down from the high ceiling. When the sound of her boots clicking a...
She swayed back and forth as she struggled. Her arms were tied tightly together and pulled up behind her. Her breasts, encircled tightly by rope, were swollen and red. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by the blue ballgag which didn't do a thing to prevent the drool dripping down her lips and chin. Weights hung from clamps attached to her nipples and pus...
Bound & Blindfolded for Rent, Ch. 5 Open for business, Mistress Dominque finally gets her dungeon. “Take off your clothes,” said Dominque. “Take them off,” she said cracking her whip against the concrete floor in her personal dungeon. Adding even more authority to her voice, with no carpet and little furniture to deaden the noise, the sound of the whip e...
Part 1 — The Sting of The Lash Carla knocked and entered. She saw her friend Brandy sitting on the couch, dressed in her terrycloth bathrobe. "Hi," she said brightly, putting her magazine down. Brandy waved her to a seat. "Hi, yourself," she replied as she sat. "Am I interrupting something? It's two in the afternoon and you're still in your housecoat...
His lips whispered against my throat. His hot, moist breath sending shivers through my body. The tail of His whip slithered around my feet and ankles; cool leather and soft suede seeking to make me quiver. I didn't know what it was about Him, what it was that drew me. It was something dark and powerful. It was something forbidden. It was something that curl...
This is the continuing story of Sheppard and his evolution into becoming a Dom. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of going to a party filled with people I didn't know, and I was even less thrilled with being setup with a blind date for the party. My friend Steve and his wife was the driving force behind this plan. A co-worker of his had just bought...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN "Hep ya there, young fella?" Fuzzy asked. I reached into my pocket first this time. I already knew that there were some coins there; I had felt them as I pushed through the doors. But I was deathly afraid that Wizen had done something stupid, like giving me an Eisenhower silver dollar. To my relief, the coin I pulled out was era-appropriat...