The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 6: A New Assignment by Evelyn Hart The morning light filtered through the study’s heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the mahogany desk where last night’s roleplay had unfolded. The room had returned to its everyday guise—books neatly shelved, the nameplate tucked away, the satchel hidden in the closet—but … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 5: Afterglow and Reconnection by Evelyn Hart The study was quiet now, the grandfather clock’s steady tick the only sound punctuating the stillness. The sandalwood candle had burned low, its flame a faint flicker casting soft shadows across the leather-bound books and scattered props on the shelves. James and Laura … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 4: The Climax of Submission by Evelyn Hart Laura knelt on the hardwood floor of the study, her wrists still bound by the soft leather cuffs, the carabiner clinking softly as her hands rested on James’s thighs. The blindfold kept her world shrouded in darkness, heightening the sensory tapestry around … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 3: The Edge of Control by Evelyn Hart Laura’s arms stretched above her head, the soft leather cuffs biting gently into her wrists as the rope held her secure against the ceiling hook. The mahogany desk pressed coolly against her lower back, her skirt still bunched around her hips, exposing … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 2: Surrendering to the Role by Evelyn Hart Laura’s world had narrowed to a symphony of sensations: the cool edge of the mahogany desk beneath her palms, the warmth radiating from her skin where James’s paddle and crop had made contact, the soft rustle of her skirt hiked up over … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 1: The Invitation by Evelyn Hart James adjusted his glasses and leaned back in the high-backed chair behind the heavy mahogany desk, the centerpiece of the study he’d transformed for the evening. The room, usually a cozy haven of books and family photos, now resembled a professor’s office at an … Read more
My Master wanted to put me, his slave to the test. We had often talked about sessions pushing my limits, but we did not get any further then talking.At a meeting with other Masters, the topic of sessions pushing my limits was also discussed, during which Master was given quite a few tips and offered
Preface71 years young, & I have so many stories, concocted over many years. I tap these keys a couple hours a day with 2 fingers. One of my exes is a published author; I’m a retired garage owner. I know I’m not a quality, refined writer.I enjoy sharing my ideas, most are fantasies, some spawned
The Kiss – Chapter Six”You really want to be tied don’t you, Gem? OK, let’s do it.”Emily’s smile was broad, but Gemma detected something beyond happiness. Was she feeling mischievous? It was more than that, wicked maybe.”But first things first. That was actually pretty intense for me. You really let go. I’m probably not going
The Photo shop by Candyman666©All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination.
Joan awoke, approached her bound slave, and released him from his bonds. Scott immediately dropped to his knees, followed her to the bed, and dutifully serviced his Mistress’s pussy. Uncharacteristically, Joan spoke.”My pet, plan on another long weekend as you will be released on Monday morning again. I have some very special plans for you
Emma was my wife’s girl friend, who she had met when she started dating women, after discovering her own bisexuality, and she switched between etc relationship with her and myself. Every Thursday she became Emma’s girlfriend, and was hers for 24 hours, after which she reverted back to being my wife. This switch was symbolised
“At your service”Violet felt her body numbly move into the ordered pose. Her feet were close together, but not touching, parallel to each other. Her body was standing straight up with her head facing straight ahead. It was a pose almost exactly like “attention” except her hands were placed, open palm, one on top of
When my husband Mike left his office job and went into the real estate industry, I knew there would be highs and lows. More precisely, I knew there would be plenty of lows, and I just hoped there would be enough highs to make it all worthwhile. I understood the real estate game enough to
When I walked in, you were sat at the bar facing away from the door, and I had no doubt that you will have been doing so since eight o’clock, just as I had specified. I was also sure that the fifteen minutes you had spent waiting for your client to turn up would have
It is late in the morning on a nice Saturday. I open my eyes and see you smiling brightly at me.”Good morning, sunshine! Any idea what day it is today?”I instantly shed any remaining sleepiness. Of course I know what day it is.”It is exactly 50 days since my last orgasm, and you said you’d
Lucy Rasmussen blinks in amazement down at her Mistress’s cock hanging from her mistress’s cute husband. The sleek black device registers a bright red ‘1’ at the top. Now she’s blushing quite pink at the inappropriate nature of their circumstance. Something about the device brings up an irrevocable fear in her. In this threshold moment
Casper lay in his bunk in despair. His eyes were puffy from crying. It was after lights out. Holly lay in her own bunk facing the wall and seemed to be sound asleep. He wished he was too, but he couldn’t. Not after the woman he loved had let him go like this. What was
Ellen was a skilled dominant, and she guided my journey to submission brilliantly — gradually pushing my limits, expanding my horizons, deepening my adoration for her. For most of my first year, I never doubted our new dynamic was one that I would adjust to and even come to feel grateful for.She was strict, but
You look so gorgeous, darling, shimmering in dazzling white, even more intense now that the bare skin of your ass is glowing red. My fingertips run the rapids of your spine and you tremor as they reach the super sensitivity of your bottom. The sixth stroke beckons. I make an extra turn of my belt