(Author’s note: more D/s than BDSM) It seemed to be another quiet night at the front desk, so I decided to cruise the town for a change. I notified dispatch that I’d be out patrolling. I secured the building and posted our sign that said to call 911 if there was an emergency. I pulled
Looking at herself in the mirror on the other side of the room Virginia felt deeply satisfied with her work. She looked like a damsel in distress, a sexy goth damsel in distress. It was the little details like the contrast of her black lipstick against the bright red ball gag that made her look
(author’s note: more D/s than BDSM) I was working the midnight shift in the Three Points, Arizona, police station. I like this shift because it’s usually quiet and, being a woman and being by myself, it’s usually safe – in an emergency I can always call for backup. Not much happens on this shift. Maybe
She had arrived at the designated address with only a couple minutes to spare, dressed in a little black dress, thigh highs, and black heels. Underneath she had chosen a bustier with match g-string and garters to complete the look. She peeked in the mirror, tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and
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
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
Two Domme Keyholders: Sharing is Caring, Part 1 I had fantasized about this moment before. It felt so real this time as she stood before me waiting for my command. A Dominant woman by nature but I would show her what it felt like to be Submissive tonight. She would feel the vulnerability I do
She wakes. The first sensation she notices is the hard steel arm chair beneath her. Next, she feels the roughness of the rope binding her ankles and wrists to the metal, and the sheer silk and lace lingerie draped across her form. Where are her clothes? Her mind is racing, trying to place where exactly
This follows directly on from Rocking horse 2. Lady Jane and Cyril, spent an uncomfortable night. Cyril’s erection sticking into Lady Jane’s back. He had never had such a permanent and hard erection before. Putting him with lady Jane had worked wonders for his cock. Lady Jane did not feel the same about Cyril. The
Please note that this is chapter 7 of Running Down the Rabbit Hole. I recommend you start at the beginning with Three Girls Screwing Around. It was a bit of a hurried departure the next morning, as we both overslept and then neither of us really wanted to get out of bed. ‘How about we
“When was the last time? You’re complaining that you have not been allowed to cum. You’re making it sound like you’ve been frustrated and suffering without relief for days on end. Poor you. You are whining, sub.” “How long has it been exactly? How many days?” Mistress Cecilia was clearly annoyed with me and not
The blindfold prevents me from seeing my surroundings, but the cool sensation of the linoleum floor and porcelain fixtures against my naked skin leave no doubt in my mind that I am in the bathroom. I shift my position a bit for comfort, and I hear the chain attached to my collar clank against the
The heat of the day made my skin tingle and shiver. My skin simultaneously felt like it was on fire and freezing, and I sighed, staring out the window at the trembling oak leaves. I could only see them in brief lines, the blinds were drawn, and only the faintest light streamed in, shadowed light
Following our first rendezvous I went back online the next day somewhere between excitement and trepidation. Palmer, a gentlemanly pervert if not an actual gentleman, had already left me a sweet message. It was a thank you, telling me how much he had enjoyed meeting me in person. Almost as if it had been a
UUUUHHHHHH…UuuhhhHHH…. AHHuuuuuhhh, FUUUUCK, Uhhh…I’m fucking grunting, grunting and groaning and moaning like a fucking animal, its like I am squealing, like a pig, squealing like a fucking pig, like a fucking cum pig, doing just what I have wanted for so, so long, wanted so badly to become, a fucking submissive, fucking slut, a CockWhore
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur, try as she might Ali couldn’t quite manage to imagine she had actually run all her errands that day, sans bra and panties with a rope harness and crotch rope tied around her body. The three knots had done their jobs well, driving her crazy
Note: Contains hardcore BDSM elements. The events in this story are purely fantasy. In real life, please show respect and practice safe and consensual sex. ***** Chapter 4 – Training: Day 3 ***** “Well, well, well,” Master Strike exclaimed as if he were the cat that got the cream. He stared in through the metal
Gradually the intensity of the pain of the whipping began to recede. My screams that had echoed around the stone walls of the dungeon now diminished to a series of low, soft sobs, my futile fight against the thick leather straps that pinioned my body to the heavy timber cross now ceasing. I felt a
Tina follows up her demonstration at the Board Meeting with even more energy at the Board Dinner later that night. Group sex and bestiality. CHAPTER SIX: BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER “Good evening, Sir.” Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived. They had been in his home before, just in
The music in the coffee shop was low as Amy took the orders, a small queue had formed as the end of lunchtime occurred. The twenty-one year old girl was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans under her barista apron with her light brown hair tied up behind her in a ponytail, it was her last