Archive for April, 2010
Heidi and The Kaiser Ch. 02
Heidi’s bottom stung for an hour after he left, but the tingling feeling in her body remained all through the night. When her alarm went off at four in the morning, she could still feel it, like a low-amp current buzzing through her.
Mr. Kaiser had been gone when she went back out onto the set, and she wasn’t brave enough to ask Ty or Lenny when or if he might be back—but she did take his pants. She folded them carefully and put them into her backpack.
It was strange—disturbing, even—her response to the events of the day before, but it was larger than life, much bigger than she was and beyond her somehow. Her body was craving something that she didn’t understand, and no matter how much her head insisted she was crazy, it wanted what it wanted. › Continue reading
Headmistress’ Slut Ch. 07
The scent of my recent vanilla bath wafted through my nostrils as I fidgeted from side to side underneath the luxuriously padded satin duvet that sprawled over me. I pondered excitedly at the thought of what was to be required of me. Outside the sky had turned grey and a brisk autumn wind began to whine through the trees that surrounded the expanse house. I shivered and curled further into my satin envelope and lazily drifted back to sleep.
When I woke up it was dark outside and there were voices coming from downstairs. I turned to my left and saw Mistress standing in the doorway. She looked absolutely stunning and literally took my breath away. She wore a long black velvet dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her left leg crept through the long slit, exposing her ankle and all the way up to about an inch above her stocking top. On her feet she wore black shoes with a three-inch heel. The soft light from the hallway surrounded her semi-silhouetted body. › Continue reading
Fun In the Afternoon
It was a beautiful day in LA; the balcony doors were wide open and the sunshine streaming in, the overhead ceiling fan groaning under the constant pressure of a war that it could not win. Martine and I were just lazing around, generally chatting following a light lunch. High on the 21st floor traffic noise was minimised and the weighted net drapes keeping out the greater majority of big city pollution.
Lunchtime had seen us consume a bottle of wine mixed with another of lemonade and pieces of fruit, a most refreshing tipple, but now bladders were tending to feel just a little bit distended. › Continue reading
Flip Sides
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed and extended his feet to the end of the couch. “Get your fingers out of your fucking pussy. I’m trying to watch something here.”
Meredith tried to readjust but could no longer remain on the sofa. “Please,” she whined, perching on the upholstered arm like a bird.
James lowered his voice. “Get out of here, slut. I’m not going to say anything else.”
Feeling angry and sorry for herself, Meredith retreated to the bedroom.
This submission crap is bullshit, she thought, on the verge of tears. She could take any beating he dished out, but to be brutally ignored was unbearable. › Continue reading
From Easy Street to a Hard Road Ch. 06
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How did I get here? I mean, how did I get to this point in experiencing my deviant fantasies? How could I be this lucky?!
I knelt on my knees, leaning back on my ankles in the middle of the floor of the club. I couldn’t stand. A pair of handcuffs had me secured firmly to the floor; one end of the cuff was fastened to the base of my balls, just behind the “A” ring of my chastity tube. The other half was locked onto an eyebolt mounted to the floor. My wrists were bound and fastened to the belt buckled to my waist. › Continue reading
Double Vision Ch. 02
Notwithstanding the fact that I had come three times in the last couple of hours, I was hard and ready. This was hotter than any fantasy that I had ever dreamed up and I wanted it to go on and on. I lifted the cat significantly. “Do you two think you have been punished sufficiently?”
Kristie answered, “I’m sure we need more so we will really remember it.” Katie vigorously nodded her head in agreement.
“Then I guess we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” I took Kristie back over to the hanging chain. The few minutes rest, I was sure, had reduced the strain in her arms, but now I intended to strain them even a little more. I pulled her up until her feet couldn’t remain flat on the floor and secured her wrist cuffs. Then I brought Katie over and fastened her in the same position, back to back with her sister. Both girls kept shifting around to maintain their balance - not that they could have fallen, chained as they were - their toes almost dancing as they shifted back and forth. Their backs and asses were pressed together and their entire bodies were taut with the strain of almost all their weight hanging from their wrists. › Continue reading
Emma’s Tale Ch. 01
Emma was home early, but in something of a rush. Today, her Master was coming round to her flat for the afternoon. This was the first time they were to have some private time together, and she was anxious, excited, nervous and very, very wet.
They had been together once before, in London. In those few hours, despite all the people around, Emma had felt the force of her Master’s personality and had discovered the benefits of obeying him. On the bus home, she remembered that previous time.
They had met at Liverpool Street station, her waiting obediently under the station clock. As requested, she was wearing high heels and hold ups, a very short black skirt with the special blue thong, a white blouse two sizes too small over a black lacy bra, and a long light overcoat, (unbuttoned). The make up was for a night out, but with very red lipstick. Her shoulder length hair was washed and hanging loose. Only that afternoon she had shaved all her body to remove any trace of stubble below her neck, and had a long soak in the bath. Before dressing, she had massaged cream into her breasts, bottom and cunt, imagining him doing just that until her pussy was swollen and seeping. When she had slipped two fingers into her bottom, her body had almost betrayed her by climaxing. Inserting the purple butt plug had been even harder, and she had whimpered to her absent master, begging for the chance to cum as she imagined his manhood forcing its way into her back passage. Her tears of frustration were real, and yet she had obeyed him, even though he was not there to see her sacrifice. She knew, though, that he would be able to see deep into her and she longed for his approval. › Continue reading
Double Up on the Slut
*A.K.A. “The Double Duty Booty Call”*
John knocked on the door. As I let him inside I felt my heart flutter from its usual rhythm the way it did the last time I saw John, and the time before that. His dark hair was wet and still shining with snowflakes, his tall frame crowding the doorway as he stomped the snow from his boots before taking them off.
I waited for him to finish before greeting him, looking up into his eyes and stepping in close. His hand rose, softly stroked the hair back from my temples and his warm smile made me melt. › Continue reading
Velvet: a Story of Obsession
*3. Instructions and a Revelation*
I prepared carefully that morning in accordance with the instructions I’d received from Ebb and Flo the previous evening … or rather, to be accurate, early that same morning.
I met Ebb and Flo in an internet chat room and they became my mentors; awaking in me an unsuspected submissive desire to be dominated. I think it was their absolute and more-or-less immediate assumption of authority, coupled with their equally unquestionable presumption of my obedience that led me to submit myself to them - quite alien to my forceful ‘workaday life’ personality where I was the one in control, and ensured that all my staff members were well aware of it. › Continue reading
To Take Advantage Of A Friend
I would never have thought it. I had known Jane eight years, and although she was cute-pretty - five nine, blonde, with a narrow boyish figure - we had never moved beyond low key flirting. Truth be told, despite her niceish looks she wasn’t that sexy. Too cold. So the possibility that, for a week, she would submit herself to my every whim and fancy, well it wasn’t even fantasy, because I had never considered the details of fucking her.
Then she screwed me over big time, a monstrous piece of selfish shitty behavior, that cost me money and even risked my career. A groveling e-mail followed, but my fury and disappointment led me to simply ignore it. For several months silence, then this e-mail: › Continue reading
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