My Master and I had been together for a year. The time went by so fast, I felt like it couldn't possibly have been more than a month. He was everything I had dreamed of, strong, handsome, and able to read me like a book. He knew where all my limits were and pushed the envelope wherever and whenever he could. I had a safe word, but I had never had occassion to use it. I wanted so much to please him that things I had told him I would never do, I craved for HIM. One thing I had told him was a hard limit was piercings. Ugh. Just the thought made me cringe. Who would mutillate their body like that? But he thought about it constantly. I could tell. He talked about it whenver the chance arose. If we were at a party and it was obvious a woman had pierced nipples, he ... Read More»

Jules stood by the large kitchen sink gently washing the wine glasses from a large bowl of warm soapy water. She was conscious of the French Maids outfit that her master insisted that she wore, but secretly revelled in the effect she knew it had on him. She was aware that he had entered the kitchen and was standing some distance behind her, but she remained focussed on her task conscious that her breathing and heart rate had risen slightly. Her black silk uniform showed her figure to excellent effect. A white large ribboned apron adorned the front of her dress which hemmed several inches above the knee. When first instructed to wear it Jules had protested that the skirt was too short but her master had insisted and of course she should have known better ... Read More»

====================== Hank ran to the barracks. "Jon, George come with me! We have a runaway on our hands. Tim, you take first watch out front. The rest of you get this place cleaned up!" They ran to the van and Hank glanced at the scanner. "Due South probably about two miles," he said. George started the van and headed out. "Looks like she's gone to ground. She should be easy to get now," said Hank as he watched the signal slow and then stop. He left George in the van while he headed toward the trees with Jon. * * * * * Cindy hadn't intended to run. When Hank left her at the front door, she watched as he ran back to the barracks and went inside. She couldn't ever remember her body hurting so much, but she didn't want ... Read More»

The Egyptian cotton sheets smelled of sandalwood and lavender. He knew she knew he liked sandalwood. For some unknown reason he preferred these navy blue sheets to the celadon sheets. She usually had the navy sheets on the bed for him. The curtains and the east-facing window were both open catching the breeze. The small prayer-bell wind chime played on that breeze. The hardwood floor had been polished recently and the lemon scent lingered enough to be noticeable, but not overly so. The Tempur-Pedic® pillow was perfectly placed under his knees. These and a hundred other details flashed though his mind – the heated towels in the bathroom, the bottled water on the bedside table, the bathrobe draped over the end of the bed – all would be ready for his use when ... Read More»

Cassie stood and once again went into the kitchen to check the clock. It showed the time to be a quarter after nine, only ten minutes from when she last checked. She sighed and went back out to join her family in the conclusion of the movie. She smiled at her husband trying unsuccessfully to assuage his anger at her for interrupting the movie once again. Cassie couldn't help herself. She was dying to get to bed, to bed and with Paul. It had first started about 3 months ago. Cassie and her husband had grown passionless in their marriage. She had wondered why, working too hard, interrupted by the kids, simply overwhelmed by the sameness of it all, the reason didn't matter. One night as Cassie slept she was caught in the grip of the most realistic dream. She was ... Read More»

Today, my Master requested I were a silk, lace, emerald green teddy, garter belt with silk stockings. As I get ready for my session with him, all I was thinking was, "What am I in for this morning." As I come through the door to our room (he is not in hers today), I notice the ties, paddle, belt, lube and cock ring. My heart begins pounding; today will be a good day. I take off my over coat and stand before you. I see appreciation in your eyes, as I wait for my command to get into our bed of lust and desire. It is given; I pull back the covers and discover, to my hearts delight, that you are getting stiff already. I straddle you, my pussy already starting to drip with anticipation. I gently rub my cunt juice on your groin and slowly work my cunt down to ... Read More»

Confrontation "Florida?!!!" he could hear her initial confusion turning into flaring anger as soon as he had reached the top of the stairs. "What do you mean Martha moved 3 years ago? ... But why?" The growl that followed her demanding questions made him cringe. It took very little convincing to change his mind about joining her in the kitchen. Therefore Andrew sat down on the thick plush carpet of the first floor, his back lazily resting against the wall as he tried to blend out the misgivings of the young woman on the phone. "Uncle Bruce you should have told me!" Bella's accusing tone soon faded into silence though as she finally started to listen in earnest. "At least according to plans he should have." Andrew murmured clearly irritated, but too ... Read More»

You're handcuffed with your arms in front of you, standing in the middle of the room. The handcuffs are velvet lined leather with chrome buckles and snap rings, currently held together with a double ended spring snap. You're wearing a tight fitting tank top (white of course) with a scooped neckline. No bra underneath and your nipples are hard against the fabric. I can see a hint of pink. You have on shorts, snug but not tight, showing off your curves; the curve of your hips, the curve of your ass, the curve of the inside of your thigh. The crotch fits perfectly between your legs, and I know the fabric of the seam is nestled between your lips. You're watching me, or trying to. But I've instructed you to look straight ahead and not to move without permission. I ... Read More»

I walked into an airy Chelsea café one recent spring afternoon feeling skeptical about whether Amanda would be the dominant woman I was looking for. I had hoped for a long time to meet special lady who could take me to the depths of submission that I craved. I had met three other women from the same web site where I first connected with Amanda but in one case the woman simply was just playing on the fringes of domination and submission and was not dominant enough for me. With the other two women there was an astounding lack of any chemistry whatsoever, which I chalked up to the difference between seeing a woman's online personality profile and meeting her in real life and experiencing her true personality. "This is the sad plight of a submissive man in New York ... Read More»

The moon is full tonight. It is hidden by clouds that seem to reach out just to cover it and then fall away. As you relax I come to you to prepare you for rest. First you must be undressed which is my pleasure to assist you with. As I unbutton your blouse I ask if it has been a hard night for you? You reply is "No harder than usual." As I slip you blouse off your shoulders I stop to appreciate you beauty. Next you pants must be removed. I gently unclip the clasp at the waistband and reach for the zipper. I know that the sound is something you enjoy hearing ... something about anticipation. I move the zipper down slowly so as to drive you crazy with that anticipation. As the sound falls silent you lift you hips so that the pants may be removed. As I lean forward ... Read More»

Disturbed.On the Tuesday, I picked Eleanor up from where she worked, because her car was being serviced. I expected her to dress for more formally at work because of the status of her job, but no. She came out wearing a short mini skirt, and a neat blue blouse. She climbed in the car and reached across to kiss me.As we pulled away from the kerb, she waved to a woman on the street. Goodnight Janet! she yelled. Janet gave her a thumbs up and blew a kiss. That was Janet, my assistant she volunteered. She made herself comfortable beside me, kicking off her shoes and spreading her long legs. Immediately I noticed the gusset of her white knickers showing from beneath the skirt. Eleanor saw me looking and attempted to widen her legs even more. I can't wait to get my bra ... Read More»

Throughout Liz's life she has craved, desired, longed for and been in search of someone that would treat her like a good little girl. Taking full charge of her and her life. Yes, it is a dom/sub type of relationship but it goes beyond that. Liz sat one day after her divorce and wondered, "Will it ever happen that I am to find what I truly long for?" She got up from where she was sitting and sat down to check her email and just surf the internet in general. Upon opening her mail box she found that she had a few emails from Tigger. She began reading them. "I hope that you are doing okay, or as okay as possible given the circumstances of your situation." Tigger had written. She went on to read, "I do so hope to be able to spend some time with you giving ... Read More»

I am in a hotel room, asleep. Suddenly, i am jerked awake by a man on top of me. i feel the sharp edge of a cold knife on my neck. He has a ski mask on so i cannot see His face, "Listen bitch," He hisses, "do not make a sound or this knife will cut through this neck of yours." Once He is certain i will stay quiet, i feel the knife cutting through my nightie and i start to cry as i feel my hands tied up above my head, through an opening in the headboard. i am nude before Him. i feel His eyes look over my breasts as He runs the knife down my neck and gently traces each nipple. Of course, they harden at His touch, and i feel His erection on my thigh. He tells me that because i respond so well, He has decided to give me 'special' treatment. He ... Read More»

Kris and I have been together now for ten years. She was widowed in her mid- fifties, having lost a husband who had been twenty years her senior. We consequently met and fell in love. This was a substantial change for her since I am seven years younger than she is. I am fifty-nine, she is sixty-six. Kris is both attractive and shapely. She is not one of those women who looks younger than her age. She looks like a sixty-six year old woman. It's just that she makes sixty-six look hot. She is also incredibly sensual and sexually imaginative, experiencing intricate sexual fantasies, usually involving non-consensual sex and not necessarily always about herself. For example, just recently, we were dining at a favorite restaurant. I noticed Kris raise her hand to ... Read More»

Geneva knew he was trouble the second her gaze fell on him. Their eyes met and locked, and the sheer intensity of the gaze he held her in sent shivers up and down her spine. She broke eye contact first by looking down and pretending to nurse her drink, thankful that she was sitting at a booth and not at the bar, where she would surely feel naked, exposed to his probing brown eyes. A momentary conflict of desires made her unsure about whether she wanted him to join her or not. That short time when their eyes locked... she felt an exchange of pure energy between them, something akin to a thunderbolt that struck her, effectively knocking her out of her cozy, comfortable cocoon she'd woven around herself for so long. Ever since her husband David died of cancer ... Read More»