After Stephie had resumed her previous position, I picked up the forceps left dangling from her pussy lip, took the large curved needle from Shawna, and placed it where I wanted. The sharp point of the surgical steel made Stephie jump a little. I quickly withdrew the needle and reminded her to keep still. Shawna…
This late on a Monday night, the subway car rumbled along nearly empty. Trying to avoid the looks of the couple at the front of the car, I found a seat near the back. I slowly sat down, and even then it was too quick. Holy crap, it hurt. It had been real–not a dream….
Daddy Marks His Property, Part 1 This is a continuation of the series “Daddy’s New Girl.” It would be helpful if you read those first. After several months of Stephanie learning her station and how I liked my house kept, etc., I felt it was time to have her marked. We had talked about tattoos…
Today was the most horrible day of my life. It all started a couple of days ago. Master Paul and I had been having problems for a while – no matter what I did, it didn’t seem to be what He wanted. After being chewed out, and being told I didn’t do this right or…
After she cleaned me up she signed the paperwork, she gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, “Until I see you again.” I never did see her after that, I sent the crew out to move her and she called to thank me for the excellent service we provided. It has been…
Ashley sat on the floor crying. She was such a cluster of mixed emotions she could not seem to get control of any of her emotions. Ashley had always considered herself a strong ‘type one’ personality. She was always quick to take charge of a situation and did not submit to anyone. Yet, she just…
We met on Lush, her and I, both sharing an interest in our stories and our love of the BDSM lifestyle. She was a “sub”, a submissive, one who enjoys serving and submitting to another. I was a Master, a Dominant, and the one whom the submissive served. However, I was not her Master. That…
Living in the New York metropolitan area for many years, and attaining an age where we are comfortable enough to do as we please, my wife Tanya and I decided to find a place away from the smog, congestion, and hustle of the city. We looked for a few years at homes and farms in…
“What a beautiful evening to be out! ” Lynn thought to herself as she cruised through the streets of NYC in her new red BMW convertible. She had looked forward to seeing her old friend from school for quite a while, and now she was on her way. She had chosen her favorite crimson latex…
Bobbi Jo had checked her emails on her favourite dating site for hot wives and swingers when she saw one from a local man named Paul. He professed to be a strict Dominant, knowledgeable in the finer arts of BDSM and fetish play, and he loved to date married ladies. A brief flurry of correspondence…
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It was a small village in the big woods called the Vasty Forest. He was a young man having reached the maturity of 18 years. It was his time to take over his father’s business of working the forges in the smithy. He had apprenticed since his 8th year. Now he was to be the…
I have been married for twelve years and I have always been the dom in our relationship. A couple of years ago I confessed to my wife that I had always had a fantasy of being dominated by a woman, to find out what the submissive side would be like. I had all but forgotten…
Friday night had come fast. I’m uneasy, but excited for what’s going to happen. I glance in the mirror, grab my keys and head out to my car. I leave thirty minutes early to beat the crowd, and to get a look at what’s in store for me. I arrive at the club, and park in the…
If there was one guy Mary would really want to meet, it would have to be William. A short profile of him will have to be as follows; Very sexy, blue eyes, his greying hair was neatly trimmed like that of an ex-marine, which suited his athletic build. Mary imagined him to be around six…
I’ve always been shy, overly shy to the point it can be annoying. You know, like those little kids who hide behind their mother’s dresses? Yeah, like that. I’m not sure why I am this way, but Master has told me I need to learn to break free from it. He doesn’t want to push…