Sadly i dont have a mistress or master anymore.. i like feeding so if you like what you read.. meassage me or comment. may it will be a silicone fist, or may a champainbottle that i will ride until you come home. May i will blow up a pump-plug so big i cant hold still cause of the lil pain it creates. my pussy will be, by the time you come home, pumped up and swollen, big, shiny and wet.. and you just can shove your hand in my asscunt to lead me somewhere. i will crawl, my boobs already touching the ground and my belly jiggling around while i crawl. i need to sit down on a chair wich have a big plug on it, when i sit down you enlarge it, so i cant get off.. and then you start to feed me. you let me eat huge amounts of food. when i start to beg to stop, ... Read More»

As soon as you arrive, you know that you're in trouble. Normally when you come through the door, you get the hug of the month. Or at the very least some serious touching as you kneel on the floor in front of me. Today I'm cross and cruel and you're the recipient of my mood. Justified in part by my frustration with our lack of play and in whole by the times you've asked me to be cruel -- at least in my mind. I'm not interested in asking what's in your mind right now. "Strip, slut and get on all fours." You know you're in trouble. At this point, you decide that obedience is the better part of valor and quickly move to comply. If you could read my mind -- and to a large extent you know me and read me well enough to do so -- you would know that I'm in ... Read More»

I guess I should start my story two years ago, when Richard first joined the company. At the time, I was working as a clerk in the accounts payable department. The job involved some occasional light bookkeeping, but was no challenge for someone with an accounting degree, like myself. Richard was hired as a senior bookkeeper in the accounts payable department. As there was no direct chain of command, the company's policy against dating subordinates didn't technically apply, and Richard began flirting with me. After a few weeks, we decided to test things with a lunch date. We spent the whole lunch laughing and teasing each other, and we were both looking forward to making dinner plans, and starting a deeper relationship. But, when we got back from lunch, my ... Read More»

Sara stared at her cellphone and willed it to ring. It was going on three months since she had last heard from Peter. It wasn't often that she stopped by the office, but when she did, she was sure to run into him. Lately, he had been avoiding her. She knew it. A part of her was glad. She didn't know if she could face him in front of Martin. Yet another part, missed him. Missed the way he made her feel. The sensations that went through her body when he touched her or called her his slut. Sara realized too that she wanted Peter to treat her that way. He made her feel sexy when he called her his slut. She liked having the control taken away from her and liked being able to just feel. Sara shook her head at her thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with her? She ... Read More»

She looked around the house in astonishment. She’d been unsure what to expect, and had a clear idea that it would be out of the ordinary, but this was a church of enormous proportions, converted to make a home. In her minds eye she tried to picture it as it must have been when wedding cars had made their way up the long drive through the churchyard, turning slightly left through a pair of iron gates that he carefully closed behind them. That left them with about forty feet of lawns between the hedges before the end wall of the church reared up, its arched windows filled with abstract stained glass. She estimated the church at eighty to a hundred feet long, the sanctuary at the east end built as if it had been a later addition, lower than the main body of the ... Read More»

You’ve only asked me to your house to dance, only to instruct me in a few new flamenco steps. That’s all. But I put on my sheer black lace bra and garter set anyway, embroidered with tiny red roses. I feel my breasts cupped into the lace, nipples pink and almost peaking over the top, the raw silk of the thigh-high stockings like a cool silken tongue on my legs. My tiny lacy thong is already moist with my juices as I think of you - your hands caressing the air around my body as we dance, so close I can feel their heat. My hand shakes as I knock on your door. Is it my imagination or do your eyes light up when you see me in my red dress? I’ve picked it out especially to please you. The skirt is slit to show my legs and the rest hugs the tops of my hips, my waist ... Read More»

"How displeasing," an only recently familiar voice said from the doorway. Looking up, unpleasantly surprised, she pulled the head away from her thighs with her fingers in the straight, ruddy hair. "What, my lord, is displeasing?" she questioned, as if asking how his breakfast had treated him. "The base whispers of servants are not how I prefer to learn of my lady's activities," he said, still from the doorway, fresh from a ride in the fields. "Ah," she answered, her chin high as she stood away from the cushioned wall. She pushed the kneeling figure aside, smoothing down the skirt of her gown. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?" his face and tone calm, his eyes shifting from her face to the hands on ... Read More»

Sam had been thinking all day about what Michele had said to him. He just could not believe she actually wanted to try a little light bondage. He kept seeing her in his mind's eye, bound to the bed. He thought about how she would be laying there for him, open to his every whim and desire. As his workday ended, he thought to himself, well, maybe tonight I can make her fantasy come to life? When Sam came in from work, he found Michele in her usual place, at the computer, pecking away. She looked up and smiled that smile she only gave to him. "Hi, baby how was your day?" she asked. He leaned down and lightly kissed her lips, letting his mouth trail kisses down her face and neck. "Umm, great babe, I've been thinking about you all day." ... Read More»

Di"So, do you know why you are in trouble?" She looks at the floor, trying to think of what he might be talking about. "There were 7 dishes in the sink when I got home, now the rule is that there are never dishes in the sink, isn't it?" She realizes she forgot to deal with them and starts to apologize, but he stops her. "Sorry isn't acceptable, you know the rule." She shakes her head, reluctantly. "Go into the room, lay face down on the bed and take down your panties." She whimpers but goes immediately, not wanting to further upset him with being too slow to do what he said. She lays the for what seems like forever, though it was probably only a minute or two before she hears him come in. "Hmm, now then, 7 dishes equals 21 licks doesn't it? Yes, I believe it ... Read More»

She finally sat down at the computer. The husband was off to work, kids off to school, or playing quietly. Logging onto the Internet, she checked her mail. "Oh, good," she thought, "A new one from Master." For about the last six months she had been having a cyber affair with an older man who lived three thousand miles across the country. They had developed a master / slave relationship that allowed her to, at least in the cyber world, live out her submissive fantasies. She opened the latest letter and read: little one, As we have talked about for a while, it is time to take our relationship to the next level. In two days hence I shall be in your city. Now you have a choice to make. I will be in the restaurant at the corner of First and Main, at nine ... Read More»

After two years as a Field Representative for Tyro Plastics, I was promoted to Company Headquarters as the new Regional Sales Manager. At twenty-five, I was the youngest employee to ever have attained that lofty position. Little did I realize the promotion would also entail some rather unexpected benefits. I met the girls my first day on the job. The Production VP was giving me the grand tour and our last stop was my new office on the top floor. As we stepped off the elevator, my feet sank into expensive, plush carpeting. There was a short entrance hall, which led directly to the reception alcove. Here two desks were set flanking a polished door bearing my name on a shiny gold plaque. At these desks sat two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The VP ... Read More»

Tim looked around his office. Papers were spread over his desk. His coat hung limply on the stand. He sighed. He was looking forward to his business trip. He often had to go to London on business but for him, the trip was always mixed with pleasure. A long time ago he’d had a relationship with Sue. She was such a sexy minx and sex had always been exciting and fun. Now, 14 years later, she was married, and living in London, 200 miles from Tim. Her marriage was good, she loved her husband but he couldn’t satisfy her sexual needs, Tim could…and she had never been able to stop seeing him. He was her bit on the side, and it suited them both. He gathered the papers on his desk and stuffed them in his briefcase. He could feel his cock harden at the thought of the ... Read More»

The night air was heavy with humidity and the temperature outside was hovering around 8o degrees, much too uncomfortable to be strolling the streets, so I dashed into a nightclub to relieve myself of the thickness of the heat. As I ambled through the doorway I could feel the coolness from the air conditioning inside begin to creep over my body creating a soothing calm over me. The lounge was brimming with all sorts of people, a good mix , arduous males, dressed for the hunt, and a brood of ladies, smartly dressed and looking very spry. The bar was full, with those who appeared to be drowning their days woes, engaging in brief, sporadic conversations with those sitting next to them. The tables were engulfed by groups, mostly ladies whom appeared caught up in ... Read More»

I am a bbw. I have big breasts and a nice waist. I have brown hair to my shoulders. I like to write erotica especially dealing with submissiveness and masters. Just thinking of it makes me want to cum. I am 36 years old and live in the outskirts of our nations capitol. I love the BDSM life. I was initiated into sex when i was a student out of the country. I met the man and he became my friend. At that time I did not know what BDSM or slavery was. (Except concerning the Bible and the American Civil War) He was so nice he fondled me and led me to the ultimate peak. He kissed me and sucked my nipples and then showed me what he would like to do with me. He simulated his penis with his fingers in me. I came so hard. I had wanted that for the past few weeks that ... Read More»

I met him in the bar, right away I knew, I knew this one was special and that he was what I was looking for, which is strange because until that moment I had no idea I was looking. The music was blasting but at that moment I couldn't have told you if it was The Cruxshadows or Rammstein, every bit of my attention was on him. He was tall, I could tell he was a good deal taller then my 5'8 and slender but even from across the room I could tell he was strong, something about the way he moved. He had short dark hair and an eyebrow ring as well as a pointed labret below his lip and all I could wonder was how would it feel to kiss him with that small spike in the way. He was wearing black like most of the people in the place but his outfit was simple, black jeans ... Read More»