HUH?Hand or paddle?? As sinister as it sounds, as scared as I am, intrigued is the best word to use here. All my life, I have been a “good girl”. Been there, done that, crossed-stitched and hand-painted the t-shirts…way too many of them, as a matter of fact.My heart is pounding and I glance down
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This installment continues the story of how my protagonist, a sexual dominant, became a willing sexual slave to his wife. Those interested in him and his story from reading Part 01 will, I hope, enjoy this. Those who are looking for wank fodder will be disappointed, as this chapter contains little actual sex.
I had read about stuff like this on the internet. On the sites, I went when no one was looking, late at night, when I was alone.I have had bondage fantasies since I was too young to be a dirty old pervert, and what I was looking at was the pinnacle of those fantasies.I had
This is my first story, and I’m aware I’m not the best writer. Constructive criticism is welcome!I’m hoping this will become a longer series. Let me know what y’all think!–I was getting pissed off. As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but feel that itching anger creeping over my skin as I
I waved at the gate, trying to conceal the dread I was feeling, nodding half-hearted replies to greetings from the other parents at drop-off and turned to go. Half an hour to kill.”Dan, hi! Walk with me?”It was Liz, a parent of one of the other boys in my son’s class. Dark curly hair, dark
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don’t like these things then this story may not be
The groundwork had been done. The adverts had been posted and the hotel suite booked for today’s casting. The room was on the top floor but not too expensive or ostentatious. We had set up the master bedroom to look like a schoolroom, together with a blackboard and an old-fashioned school desk. The bed was
Another part of my oh so vivid dreams.My Dreams Part 3 slave girl saraI had taken my mother’s place to act as a bed-warmer for a house guest. She had knocked something over while in his room and this was part of her punishment. I had been taken to the guest’s room by the housekeeper
Laying on my bed, I twist the fallen hair from my space buns lazily as I scroll through photos on social media. I wonder what it would be like for all men to be cucks. Scrolling through all the pictures of vacation and happy couples from highschool, I imagine all the men in tiny little
Wendy woke up, stretched, and got out of her bed. Everything was still quiet; it was early, so she walked down the short hallway in only the t-shirt that she had slept in. It barely covered the curls surrounding her pussy and was so old and worn that her nipples almost punched through the thin
There was a plain brown box on their doorstep when they came home from their walk. “Hey, are these the next pair of shoes?” he asked.”Yeah, bring them in.”He pulled his keys out of his pocket.”No, don’t open it.””Oh, why not?””Into the closet,” she ordered. “No secret wanking before I’ve even tried them on.””I wasn’t!”
Bess had woken having Joe’s mother near her shoulder. She had no idea what had occurred to her body when she was in surgery. She had learned over the next 24 hours that her body modifications were not just her breasts.The surgeon had been busy with metal. She had flesh tunnels in her Labia Minora
Agent Smith chronicles-she gets more than she bargained for.Agent Natasha Smith had been with the bureau for six years now. She always aspired to be part of the National Investigative Bureau, and when she finally got the job, she invested her whole self into it. Over the last two or three years, it had become
We take our places, I in my chair, she in the practiced pose: feet neatly tucked under her bum, hands on top of each thigh. Such delightful elegance in the curve of her upright back, the graceful arch from her bare shoulder, interrupted only by the strap of her lacy bra, along her neck up
It was simple, he thought as he started to stroke, his throbbing pulsing shaft gripped in his hand. His lubed cock slick, as he breathes slowly, deeply, letting that simple thought sink into his mind. He is her toy.And tonight, he was to cum. Simple. Collect it and keep it safe for tomorrow. He was
Lisa had introduced the two girls in a fun way as the servers for the evening and mentioned to the two guys that there were ways to earn prizes later. She was not going to tell them that the games were rigged in her favor as she was going to play the wizard behind the
Author’s Note & Trigger WarningsThis is the 5K+ words fourth chapter of the novella of the same name. When following a draconian public health lockdown, a predatory young professional American woman informs her two young professional immigrant men housemates and tenants, that she will start toying with them for sexual entertainment or they can leave
This story is part of the series Learning to wear the heels he likes but can be read alone as well.It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at bdsm gear online, but it was the first time he’d done it with his credit card on the desk and his wife in his lap.He had short-listed
This is a stand alone trilogy. It features two characters from my ‘Beginning my Life as a Dom’ and ‘My life as a Dom’ series. Reading these will explain some of the scenes but little other benefit to enjoying (I hope) this trilogy.Comments and stars are always welcome.It’s not often I get to spend a
Chapter 3I stepped out of the building, the $100 still poking out of my halter top. I was walking on clouds and my heart was still racing. I looked left and right, then straight ahead and just smiled a mile wide. I did it! I wanted to shout with glee.I looked at the hundred and