It had begun as a game, as a flirt. As a little whim of a fellow student, a young woman with long, blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. And she had smiled, as the steel rings closed in on my wrists with a metallic sound. And I had felt my heart hammering, where I lay…
Attention Seeking Whore – Part 2 Â Â You have returned. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am so grateful. I am nothing without you, just a simple desolate attention seeker bereft without her adoring audience. But I have been loved, have been attended to, have been written to by so many. I have…
I knew Karen was serious about me fucking her down there in the dungeon. I also knew that she was serious about Carlos fucking me. Not only had Miss Karen turned out to be a dominatrix, she had a fully-equipped S&M playroom in her basement. First she greets me at the door festooned in leather…
Morning came and he woke her with a long, deep kiss. She smiled up at him, expecting more, but he kissed her one more time then got in the shower. She waited for him to come back. When he did he dressed and continued about his routine. As she got up to dress, he told…
His bed was perfect for it – cast iron head and foot board: intricate, and strong. He thought I needed to get more in touch with my dominant side, and he wanted to just kick back and enjoy my explorations. Not thinking, not planning, just experiencing, and letting me use him. He wanted me to…
I’m bound face down on the bed, waiting to be fucked. Again. The only illumination is the digital blue of the clock, the numbers crawling slowly towards the next hour. Every hour, on the hour, he returns. It’s almost 6 am so this will make the seventh time. I tingle with anticipation, wondering what the coming…
One night my husband, Matt, came home from work in a very amorous mood. He kissed me hard and made my body tingle from head to toe. My pussy was wet in seconds. He asked me if I would trust him and indulge him in a fantasy tomorrow. It would be Saturday and I didn’t…
This is just a small first story to see what people think of my style. Behind-the-story stuff in comments. But warning; it’s kind of a dream-esque style. she doesn’t really have an age, but I’m judging from my random images of her she’s 18 too. ——————————- I’m already naked as she pushes me down onto…
Part I: Full Fur Jacket I wore my kitty ears last night. It felt good. My Mistress, the lovely and amazing Mistress Laura, had asked me to wear them the next time I was online, so, of course, I did. The events of last night? Well, perhaps I won’t share the details, and I certainly…
We met one early summer evening at a big gay bar in DC down by the Navy Yard. I was there to share my cuteness with the sybarites and she was there to find subs for her subterranean playroom in the suburbs. Karen was butch but femme, and a bigger more seductive pair of brown…
When I closed my eyes I was wrapped in the warmth of Mike’s arms. Hours later I could feel myself slowly drifting out of sleep. Groggy, I tried to turn over but felt some resistance. I pulled and realized my arms weren’t moving, my legs too. I opened my eyes slowly and immediately saw Mike’s…
The Dark Room Chronicles: Mirror   I stand erect before the mirror; I have no other choice. Small hidden bulbs emit a pool of light that surrounds me and reflects my image back into my expectant eyes. Beyond, darkness and silence press outwards.  I know it to be a large room; I have…
Sally glanced down at her watch. The session should have been done 30 min ago, but Bob was still droning on. It wasn’t that Bob wasn’t interesting to watch. Her friends described him as young Alec Baldwin. But being lectured on corporate initiatives late on a Friday just didn’t cut it. Over the course of…
I have been completely drug free for two months, though I still battle withdrawl symptoms. I have been going to my therapy sessions dutifully but in all honesty if it wasn’t for him I would still be happily high most of the time. Well I still stay high most of the time but its a…
I’m sitting on the couch impatiently looking at the clock waiting on her arrival. “God, she better hurry up!” I mumble to myself. As if on cue, the doorbell rings and I get off the couch to cross over to the front door and open it with a flourish.”Finally! It’s about time you got here,…