"Meet me in the hotel, room 719. Wear a shirt that buttons in the front, a bra that clasps in the front, and a skirt." Those were the instructions I had given my pet, and I thought back over them as I waited for her to arrive. It had been a few weeks since our last session, and I knew both of us were eager for me to use her again. Her soft, almost timid knock came at the door, and I smiled. I could imagine her, standing just outside, waiting for me, wondering what I had in mind for her. I let her wait. I stood in front of the large window, looking out over the city. A few moments later, I heard her knock again, louder this time. "I heard you, pet," I said, loudly enough to be heard through the door. "Kneel there and wait for me." I knew she would be ... Read More»

"Sir," Angel ventured softly, "may I call you Master when we're being intimate?" Her eyes were filled with so much love and hope that he couldn't say no. He acquiesced with a nod, and drew her back into his embrace. Across the room on the sofa, PeeJay had watched the proceedings with more than casual interest, but she had been bound for some time now. She was thirsty, and had begun to lose feeling in some of her extremities. More irritating that that, however, was the fact that she was getting horny from watching her captor and her former slave getting it on right in front of her! Remembering what he'd said previously, about signaling discomfort, she began stamping her bound heels on the floor. That broke the mood for the lovers, and Galen ... Read More»

Clarissa's eyes snapped open. Her heart pounded, her nightgown clung to her sweaty body as she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Sitting up in the beautiful bed Roger had tucked her into just hours ago, Clarissa tried to forget the nightmare. She couldn't. She knew she probably would never forget, although she was determined to try. Growing more comfortable in the darkness, Clarissa gently pressed on one of her bruises, this one right above her left nipple. It hurt, yet made her feel a pulsing between her legs. This was why she couldn't hate her former master. As horrific her time serving him had been, she was still able to find pleasure in the pain he had left her with. Hours passed, and Clarissa's eyes remained open. Refusing to touch herself, ... Read More»

On Sunday morning I left the house early. I had an appointment in Whitby; a small timber yard that had formerly thrived on supplying the boat trade had a stock of mahogany that it was selling off. I had a plan for it. One of my regular customers wanted a coffee table that could double as a flogging support, and I'd offered them a design that I thought they would like. Mahogany was needed for the surface and the legs, and the timber yard in Whitby had just the right quantity at an affordable price. I was thinking about Andy, and trying still to work out what to do next, but I was also concentrating on not falling foul of the Sunday morning traffic, and their counterpart, Sunday morning traffic police... Having sex with Andy the previous day hadn't solved ... Read More»

Lights are low, with that rosy glow so flattering to the complexion, head to toe. You devour me with your eyes, but say nothing, just that sly smile. "Come," you say, as you reach out and take my hand in yours. I am led to a sofa. "Water?" you ask. I say "Yes, please." The air in the room is electrified. In my nervousness, my mouth has indeed gone dry. I gratefully accept the glass. You say, "Let's sit." So, we sit. "You look lovely. Delectable." Why do I blush so for you? We talk; small talk, sly talk, suggestive talk, clever talk, intimate talk. Your voice is a narcotic, hypnotic, erotic. "You can come closer, can't you? Hmm?" Again, you extend your hand and smile. I move close to you. You ply me with delicious kisses, soft and teasing, gently ... Read More»

It had all started with the small wooden figurine -- and the slender girl, sitting beneath the Christmas tree, who now cradled him in her pretty hands. Well... no longer a girl -- but if you were to see her, you would understand my mistake. She still had the lithe, supple form of a young lady. Her fair hair -- the color of the very best champagne -- was piled high on her head, exposing the smooth back of her neck and her small little ears, from which dangled expensive pearl earrings. Her eyes were a deep blue. From a distance, they appeared almost black. So there she sat, on the parquet floor of the cream-and-gilt ballroom, her lovely gown billowing out around her, as she studied the carved little fellow. He was gaily jacketed in a martial red, his regimental ... Read More»

He was a good husband, a fine stepfather, and a model citizen. He had a dark secret though. He fantasized of being used and degraded. He was submissive in nature, avoided confrontations. He had visited bdsm porn sites and found himself excited looking at and reading online bdsm erotica. This material fueled his passion for a hardcore bdsm scene. In the past, and only on special occasions, his wife had reluctantly yet convincingly assumed the dominant mistress role to satisfy his submissive needs. Calling herself 'Natasha', she always wore the black leather, knee-high, stiletto-heel boots her husband bought her. With black leather halter and black leather hot pants and a figure to fill them all attractively, she was an awesome sight to behold; even at 55 years ... Read More»

Bailey stops and stares at Tim, biting her bottom lip nervously. His heart pounds in his chest as he waits. She is silent with her big gorgeous blue eyes fixed on his. Then without a word, she pushes the box of sex toys out of the way and crawls over to him. She locks her lips around his and tosses a leg over his body, straddling him. Her tongue drives into his mouth and he can feel the warmth emanating from between her legs as she grinds herself into his body, moaning as their tongues dance. Tim wraps his arms around her and pulls her close before rolling over, flipping Bailey onto her back. Her legs are still wrapped around him as he comes to a rest on top of her. Tim breaks his lips from hers and moves down her neck, tasting her soft skin as his hands ... Read More»

Morgana lay on the floor, her orgasm over, she felt satiated somewhat, and yet, also humiliated. Especially when the Melissa person entered the room, glancing down at morgana, more out of disgust than anything it seemed. Morgana averted her eyes, and removed the flogger from her sex, unsure where to place it now, she looked around. "Just drop it there on the floor slut, Melissa will see to it when she has served my lunch." He turned to Melissa, "You may put some food out for the slut, she will need all of her energy this next few days. Oh yes, and tell her to get dressed too" While the food seemed meagre to morgana, it was wholesome, and she attacked it with relish, kneeling at Sir Guy's feet, and eating off the floor. To morgana`s great surprise, he ... Read More»

I walk into the house and see that the table is already set and smell the food cooking. Although I know that today is our anniversary I was not expecting much from the day. We both had to work and the kids would be at home, or so I thought. As I pass the table I see that it is set for two, the candles are there but not lit yet. I hear some soft music in the bedroom. I walk in and see that the bathroom is all lit up with candle and it looks like a bath has been run. Then I feel my husband’s warm, strong hands on my back. Slowly massaging my neck and back with his hands. “The bath is for you, dinner will be done when you are, and the kids are at moms for the night”, he kisses the back of my neck and sends familiar shivers down my spine. I am so excited about the ... Read More»

Lixie is ordered into The Room Lixie needed to find somewhere else to live. At the age of 27 she decided it was time to move away from her parents and find somewhere where her Master could visit and spend the night with her so they could enjoy the pleasure of each other whenever they desired, which seemed to be most of the time. As she worked in Margate it had to be fairly near so it was easy to get there and back. She took it on herself to find somewhere suitable and trawled through the local papers and found a first floor apartment to rent in a nearby village. She picked up the phone and called the number. A man answered and told her about the accommodation and she arranged to go round that evening and view it. As Lixie pulled up outside the big double ... Read More»

My wife Jane had been upstairs working on her PC, yes! She has her own PC with a dial up Modem connection back to her office. This allows her to work from home or to do overtime whenever she feels like it. She can also e-mail but only internally to other staff members within her company. As I climbed up stairs I called out, "come on you can switch that thing off, you don't like me using my computer to e-mail people so why can you!" "Yes but you know I can only e-mail company staff and not to any body on the net like you do". She snapped back She needed some information sorting out for the morning and even though it was almost 10 pm she e-mailed Lucy one of the girls who was working the late shift at her office. I did not see all the text but the gist ... Read More»

Please remember to vote and comment. I very much enjoy hearing from my readers. * I'm in the kitchen finishing up the minor feast I've prepared for dinner. It's my lovely little slut's birthday and she deserves to be pampered. Not that I'll ever say so out loud. The door to our apartment opens and I hear her enter. "In the kitchen," I call out to her. I've little need to emphasize these days, she's learned to answer. Her footsteps pad down the hall. I don't turn around as she stops behind me. She remains quiet while I complete the small task I'm working on. Done that, I hold up my right hand, finger pointing at the ceiling. I can barely make out a very low gulp. That gesture means 'attend to orders' and signals her status until I let her ... Read More»

In less than three hours, she'd gone from being an office temp to holding the whip hand over the company president. A bizarre turn of life-events led Paula -- utilizing her knowledge of certain men's needs to submit and of their fetish-related obsessions -- to turn her life around as she approached her mid-thirties. And now, as she worked the relatively menial job in these new surroundings, she was about to increase her prestige and power markedly. Paula's temporary jobs weren't unusual since she didn't want or need a Monday-to-Friday position. Her weekday hours were often reserved for her prime interest; the male toys who visited her apartment to be tormented, teased, whipped and humiliated. Her stable of slaves however, was not so large that she could rely ... Read More»

Our third "session" was an attempt to explore Lisa's fantasy of having someone break into her home and attack her. I've never been one for non-consensual sex, even in a role-playing capacity, but after our experiences to date thought it might be an interesting experiment. We made plans the evening prior… Lisa leaving the key to her front door just inside a down spout's drain. I arrived at 5:10 in the morning, still dark and a bit chilly. I left my coat and hat in the car to facilitate as quiet and efficient an entry as possible. Lisa lived in a second story apartment and the stairs to her place were creaky to say the least. Her door squeaked mercilessly, making me fear that I had given myself away… or worse, waking one of her sons asleep in the second bedroom. ... Read More»