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Lustful Leeves Ch. 04

by Svenskaflicka on Sep 12, 2017
Chain Stories

Russell had no idea what the two trees were going to do to him. All he could do was to sit there, bound and gagged, and watch them do their preparations. He was stunned when one of the young trees knelt before the other one and starting caressing the slim trunk. It didn't take long for the youth's slim log to rise up, glistening with what had to be tree-sap....

The Bloodwood Table

by OneSilky on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

All Characters 18 or older * Kalli's grandfather built furniture. That was her memory. He was the one who cared for her, when her parents dumped her every weekend and sometimes longer. He was the one who fed her, and bathed her, and tucked her in at night. His hands caressed her as her rocked her to sleep, and made sure she wore clean panties. His hands ga...

Hierogamy

by desiderotica on Aug 6, 2020
Fantasy

The Acolyte kneels on the stone steps of the altar where she has been left. Her eyes are glassy from the tincture she was given, something to help ease her into her new life in service of the god. Under the plain linen robe she was wrapped in her breasts rose and fell with her breath anxiously, her nipples rubbing themselves to hardness and aching on the tex...

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The Golden Road Ch. 01

by WJKennaugh on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 1 -- Dark as Wine In your presence, my posture changes. My shoulders are slightly rounded. I let my long black hair cover my face. My eyes tend downwards. It's not deliberate. It's the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me "slut, bitch, whore". I do not call you "master, owner". I don't pretend to understand a relati...

Deeper

by Grise_Claire on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

My story continues; thank you to everyone who told me how much they liked 'Beginnings', without which this will not make as much sense. I can only hope that this matches your expectations. * The room was dominated by a four-poster bed, heavy and solid in dark wood. Set on a deep pile circular rug. There were two large sash windows through which the Novembe...

A Day Of Discipline & Degradation

by English Bob on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

The day was upon me. It had arrived with a certain inevitability. That's the thing about days: they just keep on coming. Monday will turn into Tuesday as conclusively as July will turn into August and Spring will become summer. Time and space stop for no man. And now the day was here. Saturday. The day of my chastisement, my discipline, my punishment. Since...

A Whisper of Trust

by Scheherazade on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Dark came early in winter, and she lit a fire for ambiance in the redwood paneled room. She glanced at the crystal clock above the mantel, and then out the window to the driveway. She had planned this evening for several months, waiting for the perfect situation – timing, weather, and opportunity. The stone house had been meticulously crafted, every detail...

House of Syn Ch. 01

by MSTarot on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

(I ask that any who even think of following this type of fetish go get a blood pathogens test done for both partners. The risk to your health is incredibly great. With that note of warning enjoy the story) Chapter 01: Father of Syn Pulling the car to a halt in the parking lot of my club I shut off the old beast and open the door. It protests being opened...

First Submission

by jasminia on Aug 31, 2017
BDSM

I kneel quietly in the corner, waiting, but for what I don't know. I just know that I have to wait. My eyes lowered to the floor, my hands are clasped behind my back, my spine is straight, and my hair is flowing down my naked body. I hear footsteps in the hallway. Heavy footsteps, a dull thudding on the hard wood. I shudder as the door creaks open and I hea...

On the Paddle, and Its Many Uses

by subchristopher on Dec 16, 2019
BDSM

The paddle never left her side. Never, at least it seemed, though I'm certain it was accurate to say rarely. It seemed she always had it with her, either in her hand, or within easy reach. Always. At that moment, as I was on my knees, bent over the floor in front of the couch, naked except for a tight pair of black jockey shorts, carefully picking up every...