Archive for October, 2009
Reunion
I ran into D at a fetish event. We were both shocked to see each other; you see we had been neighbors about 20 years ago. It turns out She is a Sadistic Tease Domme, and I am a sub who loves strict bondage and extreme, prolonged, teasing torture scenes. We chatted a bit and exchanged information, then agreed to get together at a later date to talk and catch up.
I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door. D let me in and we sat down to talk about what we had been up to and have a couple beers. › Continue reading
One Nasty Night
Her name was Jenna Malone. Adam knew she would succumb. He could see in the flash of her striking green eyes a deep erotic yearning. He was certain she would be seduced, would submit to him, and would surrender to his whims. When he saw her that day, in his bank, deep in conversation with one of the Investment Advisors, he knew he had to have her.
Tall and sleek with long auburn hair and those bright green eyes, Jenna had the bearing of a consummate professional. Chicly tailored and crisp in manner, with a warm throaty laugh. Everything about her seemed businesslike. She was poised and exuded self-control and self-confidence, the sort who managed to get her way in the world through skill and finesse and strength of will. But Adam knew women. And he could detect underneath the polished surface the soul of a wanton slut, a slut yearning to wallow in decadent and extreme pleasures, a slut longing to submit utterly to his wishes and commands. › Continue reading
On Display: Slut at the Library
Hi again, it’s Jen, back after a while. I recently had a really fun time I wanted to write about, and I’m going to try to get through this quickly, without playing with myself too many times!
Several Saturdays ago here in Phoenix was really windy, warm but not hot yet (thank goodness!). My boyfriend of a couple years was out of town again (he travels for business) and I was left on my own… not a good thing for me!
I’ve always really gotten turned on by exhibitionism, especially forced stuff (see my other stories about what I’ve been “made” to do). But with the boyfriend out of town, I didn’t have anyone to get me to do the things I crave, so I had to come up with my own ideas. This one came in part from a story I read a while back, combined with one of my favorite places for playing here in Phoenix, the big public library. › Continue reading
Mr. Bear Ch. 3
Mr. Bear lay panting under me, each of his breaths puffing against my pleasure-dampened crotch. My own orgasm had been fairly intense, but not as much as his, I was pretty sure. Glancing down at his chest, I noted the ropes and puddles of creamy white semen staining his chest. Some of it had been rubbed raggedly over his nearly hairless chest, from where I’d coated the anal probe in his own juices.
With one finger, I traced my way through the cooling liquid, then brought it up to my mouth, giving an experimental sniff. Sea-tangy. A cautious lick made me think of Japanese seaweed wraps, the kind used to make sushi rolls, only with an underlying muskiness, and the faintest hint of sweet. It made me wonder if he drank a lot of pineapple juice at his chain of health clubs, since that was rumored to make a man’s semen taste less disgusting to the majority of the female population. › Continue reading
Giving Over
“The following is a work of fiction. It is based on a long standing fantasy and inspired by a certain” Miss “who” Intrigues “me to no end. All comments and suggestions are welcomed.”
I had never met her, but I knew her so well. We had communicated via the internet for some time, and the amazing way our minds melded together during our long “chats” was nothing short of amazing.
She had come to realize and appreciate her predilection towards the dominatrix inside her, and for my part, I was just discovering the submissive soul within. › Continue reading
Do You Trust Me?
“Do you trust me,” he asked, her arms already tied to the four-poster by scarves, the blindfold covering her eyes. He played with her shoulder length dark hair and ran his fingers over her pretty features. She wore nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a smile.
“Yes,” she answered. He moved his hands down her wriggling body, down under the bed from where he produced a length of rope. He wrapped one end around an ankle and she giggled. “Oh god,” she said, and laughed out loud again as he tied the other ankle to the bedpost. › Continue reading
Educating Alex Ch. 02
Alex stood on the steps of the front door, her heart thumping like a teenager on a first date.
“Christ, this is stupid.” Alex berated herself. She was 19 years old, and old enough to do what she wanted to do without anyone telling otherwise.
And yet, Richard, her tutor, was well over twice her age. She also knew that once she rang that doorbell and stepped inside, then she was offering herself on a plate to a dirty old man who fucked like a rhino.
She thought back five days to that private tutorial session, when she had almost thrown herself over his knees so he could spank her naked bottom. And the sex – his cock in her mouth and then from behind as she lay bent over on the table. › Continue reading
Where the Wild Things Are Ch. 3
*Scene 1 – Chase and Capture*
Master Damien prepares an elegantly simple dinner for himself and Michelle. They sit at opposite ends of the long dinner table. As she has been for the entire weekend, Michelle is nude. She sits with an erect posture with her shoulders straight and her breasts held up proudly. Befitting her position as her Master”s property, Michelle keeps her eyes lowered, focused on her plate.
While they eat, Michelle is required to recite the events of her trip from the office to the airport, and the flight. Michelle can tell by the nature of his comments and questions that her Master is pleased with her account of herself. › Continue reading
Victoria’s New World Ch. 02
For a moment, she was silent as if in deep thought. Licking her dry lips a few times, she was finally able to find her voice and speak… but not too forcefully. The tone was low, the words soft.
“Master, I must start over, I lost count.”
“Well then Pet, you must ask me to punish you and describe how it is that you will want to be punished.”
As she tried to find the confidence to say the words, I began to rub the shiny, black leather crop in little circles between her legs.
I could see her droplets of her juices as they glistened in the reflected candlelight on the triangle shaped end of the crop as I teased her with what was to come. Lightly, I tapped against her damp slit; making soft “splat” sounds as the crop made contact with the wet mat of hair that covered her sex, and her voice was quivering and broken with desire as she spoke. › Continue reading
Too Late!
Jenna drove as fast as she dared. The wreck on the bridge had caused a stand still in traffic for thirty minutes and when it had started to move it was at a snail’s pace. She was fifteen minutes late. Jared would be displeased. He’d told her to be home no later than six-thirty. She left the packages in the car and went straight inside. “You are late.”
“Yes, Master, I am sorry.”
JaredMaster grabbed her wrist and pulled her quickly to the lashing post. Her cuffs still hung there on the chain from two nights previously when he’d whipped her for pleasure, but jennaslave knew that this would be entirely different. Today, she was being punished. › Continue reading
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