How had I got myself into this predicament? Here I was, naked, blindfolded, stretched with my ankles kept apart by a spreader bar, attached to bolts in the floor and my arms linked to ropes suspended from the ceiling.I had been attending a conference in London on the spread of infectious diseases all week and
Peering through the blinds, He half-smiled at the falling sun. “Soon, ” he thought, “any minute now.” He pulled the blinds closed again and continued to pace the kitchen floor. The heavy clomp, clomp of His boots falling into a hypnotic rhythm as He walked, He catalogued His preparations yet again. Covered head to toe
A short disclaimer…and a dedication.This is my first foray into the BDSM category. I recognize that I’m a newbie who has no real-world experience. I can only offer you one thing – my genuine feelings as an unrealized submissive. Having admitted that, I do hope you can find something here that’s worthy of your time.
The Submission Of SusanRevenge is sweetContinued from ‘First Day At College’Over the following weeks, my Master seemed to be getting more and more friendly with our next-door neighbour, Tim. Weirdly though, I have seen very little of Sally since she decided to pop over and tell my Master about my actions around her house which
It had been weeks since Dave had come home and found the mess. And to be honest, life had become boring and complacent. His pet had complied with everything he had asked. He realized he kind of missed the brat in her. But now that he had set his rules, he wasn’t sure it was
Master would be here any minute, and I smiled to myself at the thought. I was lying in bed, naked, hoping that tonight was the night for some experimentation. I’d worked up courage to try and be a little more assertive in our intimacy, and I wasn’t sure how to go about doing it. But
Note: August 2023 – Nellskitchen. All rights reserved. This story (Fallen Angel) or any portion thereof may not be reproduced without the writer’s express (written) permission……………………….FALLEN ANGEL by Nellskitchen̼̼ˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑThe Fallen are bored in Heaven and alone in hell.**PART 1 — Mr. Six and Mr. Nine O’clock***It is recklessness; she knows it and does it anyway.
(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don’t need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.)The windshield wipers squeaked
You climb out of the taxi and take in the cool evening air. You’re wearing a gold dress that goes about halfway down your thigh. Nothing too short, but enough that it shows off your toned legs. You have a pair of strappy white heels on. You look down to see the fresh white pedicure
Part six is split into three parts that cover a weekend of servitude with my new Mistress. This part is for day two (Saturday)SaturdayAfter a fantastic Friday with my wife followed by Mistress Lizzie I was looking forward to the next instalment, i.e. day two of my weekend as slave. My wife had given me
I guess I never really am fully prepared for how long and intensive my training sessions can be. You constantly push me to, what I think is my limit, and beyond. Into a world cloaked in mystery, wonder, delicious pain and serenity. Always leaving me wanting more, needing more…You did, after all, untie my arms
I’m not sure how long I laid there alone in the dark. I heard Viktoria come back into the room maybe an hour later and slip back into bed. She was snoring shortly after that.But I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted, but my thoughts were feverish. I couldn’t decide what was reasonable. Was my anxiety
My knuckles were tight on the steering wheel and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.Breathe girl, you’re gonna be fine…This wasn’t going to be like when you jumped up on the St Andrew’s Cross at the hotel party. This time the person administering the
Inside the home was even fancier than the exterior. There were paintings in beautiful frames, a crystal chandelier in the high ceilinged entranceway, and knickknacks from various countries decorating the shelves and walls. Whoever this man was, he certainly had a lot of money.On the table were the instructions I was told to follow. This
Chapter 1: Introduction”Just one hour, pleassee?” Kelly asked me for what seemed to be the 20th time that night.”I’m sorry honey, I’m just really mentally drained right now and want to watch TV. I’ll make it up to you though, promise” I countered.Kelly and I have been happily married for a year now, but have
04 – DinnerShe led the way, surprisingly though, it was in the opposite direction to the ballroom where the dinner was taking place. Each step hurt as my boxers brushed against my abused butt, this did not bode well for being able to sit down. Luckily, it didn’t take long before we reached our destination
I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. It’s a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called “sub-zone” as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think
Note: this is a story with ALL queer and trans characters. That’s fine if it isn’t your vibe, feel free to keep finding other stories. Also, all characters are adults, and are NOT related. Mommy, Daddy, and boy are kink/Leather roles that people embody. With that said, enjoy!——You arrive at the hotel, anxious to be
*This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended please do not read.**This is my first attempt at submitting a story here. While I may try writing up some fantasies later on, this one is a true account of my recent Spring Break trip. Some names have been changed to protect
The next day you wake up for the feeling of the two giant dildos in your openings. Thanks to your agile body, you are able to get your hands in front you, however the mittens are tight on your fingers, and all you can do is to rub your fists against the material.You spend some