Chapter 3 'The BDSM Ball' Andy from the adult sex shop invited Cindy to attend the BDSM ball for the following Saturday night, She would have to decide at the door whether to be her normal submissive self or break new ground trying to be Dominant. She was advised that she could on this occasion merely observe or take part as she wished; but she was made awa...
Chapter 4. Joe's Therapist Works After Hours Imagine that your husband writes you a beautiful poem. It is hand lettered on Japanese rice paper in traditional Japanese characters. . . . You ask him what it means. His eyes tear up. "It loses all its meaning when it is translated into English," he tells you. In fact, the characters themselves have multiple me...
After about a month of being dressed up and acting as a female, trying out all the different outfits we had purchased and Shelley feeding her strap on cock to my willing mouth and ass every chance she got. My ass and mouth was now well and truly broken in. Shelley came home one arvo with a flyer advertising a special night club, which was dedicated to party...
It seemed more like days instead of hours when Master Jonathan and Mistress Susan came back down into the dungeon. We heard their footsteps way before we heard their voices. We were both uncomfortable in this kneeling position and we had begun to ache from being in the one position too long. "Well my little pets. How are we doing this evening? I hope you ar...
Sitting in my chair completely naked, I stroked my strap-on dildo as I watched my Black male slut parade in front of me. My name is Veronique Marceau and I am a Dominatrix. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, wiry and muscular with a thick booty, I look damn hot and I know it. My skin is dark brown, shined to perfection with lotion for tonight's performan...
Chapter 3. Putting Things in Context. I carefully slid the rubber band off of the stack of pictures. I shuffled the first picture, the one I had been studying, to the back of the pack. The next picture made me gasp. I was so startled I dropped the stack of pictures into the box and brought my hand to my mouth. It couldn't be! It just couldn't be! [Chapter 1...
I write episodes of my encounters over the years. Happy to correspond with you over e-mail but do not send me uncovered pics. * If you are a member of the BDSM community, you would know about the bimonthly meetup at Richmond Circle in Bangalore. We are a mixed gender group of well heeled professionals who navigate the thin line that separates pain and plea...
Edited by Susurrus Early evening fell, and the entire resort felt the electric air of expectation. The events of the past two days had set the tone Steve had been aiming for: a feeling of freedom and acceptance, as well as one of hedonism and lust. As they got comfortable with their experience, most guests had become more and more public with their sex ac...
My name is Estelle Worthington. And I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, lean and athletic white woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I am an Irish Amazon, the ideal of the perfect woman. By day, I'm a student at Carleton University. I recently moved to Canada from my native Galway in Ireland and I must say Ottawa leaves a lot to be desi...
My name is John and I suppose I've lived a fairly quiet life, a few wild experiences when I was young but nothing too exciting ever happens to me nowadays, until recently that is. I'm in my late 50's and moved to the valley three years ago with my wife Rosa, an attractive lady in her early 50's standing at 5 feet 2 inches with big tits 40D they were the firs...