Dan constantly fantasized about being dominated by a woman. He couldn’t explain the logic behind his kinky desires but the thought of being helpless and submissive to a dominant woman overwhelmed him with erotic pleasures. His wife of 3 years knew about his fantasies and on occasions would indulge in them with Dan.
Dan loved when Melissa would tie him up and tease and torture him. The problem was the he couldn’t get enough of it. It was only on rare occasions that Melissa would fall into these playful dominant moods. Even when she was in these moods, her dominance was superficial. She did not understand how deep Dan’s fetish was. › Continue reading
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She was cooking dinner, waiting for her husband Mike to get home when she heard the special cell phone they had set up that was reserved only for him; her Master.
Mike had been her loving husband for five years; both of them had married the day that she had turned eighteen, three months after he had turned twenty five. Before that they had dated for two years while they were in school. It was a while into their relationship when she had confessed her want to try S and M. Her want to submit to him and only him. Incredibly turned on by the idea he had agreed to try it and both had fallen in love with the game. › Continue reading
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The plane finally touches down after many hours and here I was, New York City, the Big Apple. It wasn’t my first visit by any means, but this one was special. I was finally going to meet Amy. I had met her on the internet nearly a year ago and found that we clicked straight away. We both fought these feelings that were developing because of the distance involved, and we both agreed long distance relationships are always hard to maintain. The more we fought against our feeling though the closer we became. So now at long last, after many months of teasing and preparing her, I was going to get to meet her, and I had a lot of wicked fun planned. First I had banned her from her from having an orgasm for the last month and now that was here she is allowed to cum only not by touching herself. Now though we had 12 hours of torture to endure, because except for an initial kiss I was not allowed to touch her, and within that time frame she had to make me blush. I smiled, she could be standing in the airport naked, and it wouldn’t make me blush, in fact I would get a big kick out of it, though I knew that was not going to happen. But then again, I knew if I can get into their heads that I did not need to touch to make a woman orgasm, and I knew I was already in hers. › Continue reading
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When I was in college, my dad sent me to see a shrink because he said I kept fooling around with guys so much. I’m of age, I don’t have to go, but he’s my dad, you know? I told him and the doctor that I was careful. I was on the Pill and I don’t take chances with a bunch of strangers. I have some friends, some fuck buddies, and we stay in our group so we don’t pass around a disease. But he was really worried, so off I go to see Dr. Joseph Whisenant, psychiatrist, to talk about me. It didn’t take more than a couple of sessions to see that Dr. Whisenant got excited every time I talked about sex or the last time I had sex. And after that, it took less time before I told the Doc one day look, I liked sex and I liked being naked and I liked showing myself. A lot. He asked what I meant, I stood up, and I started taking off my skirt and blouse. I figured he’d stop me. But here’s this guy, early 50’s, and he’s leaning forward and just watching, real quiet, breathing hard through his nose, just watching. So I kept on peeling off clothes, watching him watch me. He’s married, so I figured any minute, he’s going to stop me, right? but he just kept watching and doing this funny little snorting sound in his nose now and then, like he’d forgotten to breathe. › Continue reading
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* The Decision*
They ate lunch together at least three times a week. She was semi-retired from the law firm she founded. She worked when she wanted; her office was in the same building as Sam’s. Sam was a political consultant. They usually ate in the bar down the street from their building.
“You know Sam, I’m not wanting you to leave her. I want us to be a family.”
“I know, it’s just…”
“Sam,” she cut in, “I’m 56 years old. I’ve done this a few times before you know. Not to seem immodest but I’m very good at it and Laura’s a very nice woman. I like her; I “love” her, just like you. I wouldn’t want to hurt her either.” › Continue reading
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Her back was hurting.
Kate would never admit that of course, but as she waited bent over at the waist, delicate wrists encased in the heavy wooden stocks, it was hard not to notice the tugging ache in the base of her spine.
For the first few hours she had proudly kept her chin up, meeting the eyes of everyone that walked past. Kate had ignored the laughter in their eyes, and pretended not to see the darker lusty looks of some of the men. She had never been one of these people, these simple workers on her Masters property. › Continue reading
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