Initiation
Kat opened the door of the cab and stepped onto the sidewalk. Leaning into the driver’s window she peeled off a couple of notes, passing them to the driver, feeling his eyes appraising the swell of her ample breasts. She picked up her small sports bag and walked across to the apartment building, adding a little more sway to her walk, so that she could show off her curvy, womanly body. As she reached the doorway, Kat dipped into her purse and took out an envelope. Inside the envelope was a magnetic key card. She slid the card into the slot and listened for the click of the door lock being released. Pushing through the doorway, she made her way across the deserted lobby and into the elevator. She punched the button for the fifth floor and, as the car hummed upwards, she smoothed the front of her button through dress over the curves of her body. The elevator came to a halt, with a soft bump, and the doors opened with an almost inaudible swishing sound. › Continue reading
Future Possibilities: Evening Arrives
Julia knelt by my thigh as I sat in the living room later that evening. Dinner had been simple, yet its very simplicity had made it taste even better. She was wearing a sheer forest green negligee which matched the green in her eyes while complementing the reddish highlights of her blond hair. She had surprised me with it since I hadn’t known what she had packed in the bag she had brought with her. My hand stroked her hair as we enjoyed a time of silence.
“Tell me about your past. I want to hear the whole story: who, what, where, and, when of your life.” › Continue reading
Helping a Damaged Man
Ever had a first date that seriously clicked?
Melissa and I connected wonderfully. We’d met the day before, at the grocery store. Even at my age, I’m still a klutz in the kitchen. I know what you are thinking, I did the helpless guy thing in the store to get her attention. But it wasn’t like that. I mean, I’d noticed her, but she is 20 years younger than me. And gorgeous–way outside my league. That is, my league if I were playing but I was still angry about my divorce and knew I might put that anger onto any woman I was with. So I stayed home at nights. I wasn’t good company for myself–yet alone another person. So pickup wasn’t on my mind that day. But somehow we started talking. › Continue reading
Fateful Evening
It was an evening like no other. The events which changed my life forever. While now I may start at the end of my journey, I feel that it is important to do this tale justice, in remembrance of my Master.
He was my life. He captured my heart and soul and understood me so well, unlike any other individual past or present. He loved me, I enchanted Him, He was all that was good and just in this world. He led me with an iron will, and embraced me as if I were His long lost lover.
I first met Him, on an online chatroom, usual conversation and exchange of pleasantries. Even from the first moment when we spoke I knew that He was the one who I would spend my life with. Almost a year we chatted, role-played, shared pictures, spoke on the phone, learnt about each other in ways that may not have seemed as realistic as we weren’t together as flesh and blood. › Continue reading
Easy Street Ch. 01
My story begins much like many other stories pertaining to male chastity. However, there are many details that it does not share with the stories I have seen posted.
The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it.
The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably small or pitiful dick. I am far from John Holmes, but I am also far from tiny. In our eight years of marriage my wife and I have enjoyed an active sex life. Having been married to a sexually repressed woman in my first marriage, I know how fortunate I am that my wife is highly sexed and really enjoys our lovemaking. You have no idea how lucky I am! She is multi-orgasmic and she absolutely loves to taste my cum as it blasts into her mouth. › Continue reading
Double Vision Ch. 04
After the girls released me, we all headed for the shower to spent a playful half hour. Then we went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. The twins had discovered some boxes of muffin mix and now they insisted on making them. I found them a couple of old aprons and sat back to watch the most interesting cooks I had ever seen. Imagine, if you will, two lovely women, dressed only in aprons not large enough to close in the back, moving around, bending over … Well, you get the idea.
We ate a relaxed meal talking about a variety of topics. This may seem like a surprise. You might think if three highly sexed individuals spent all of their time naked, one of two things must happen. Either sex would be the only topic, everything directed towards prurient themes and activities. Or, at the other extreme, the nudity would eventually cease to be stimulating and interest in sexual activities would wane or totally disappear. However, this is not at all what happened. We were all comfortable being nude and did not spend every second thinking about our lack of clothing. But, by no means, did we lose interest in sex. The twins could discuss their business classes and become very excited about their future plans. (They planned to go directly for MBAs the next year after they graduated.) I could talk about my research or what classes I expected to be teaching the next fall without my tongue hanging out at the lovely view. But all three of us could instantly go to an arousing topic and bring immediate sexual excitement to everyone. › Continue reading
Eternal Acquiescence
Liz surreptitiously peered over the book she was reading to watch the little blonde on the floor. She rarely got the opportunity to just sit and admire Jade because the woman hardly ever stopped moving. If she wasn’t bustling about the house to do something for the children or her mistress, she was busy at some other small task. Liz slowly lowered the book to her lap and felt the tension in her neck and shoulders fall away as she watched her girl measure and mark different pieces of glass.
Jade was so focused on the pattern and multiple panes of glass surrounding her that she never noticed her mistress putting down the book she’d been reading and reaching for the camera. Lost in her own little world of color, light, texture and a vision, Jade traced and scored each piece of glass to suit the pattern she’d designed. Soft scraping and clinking sounds competed with her gentle humming and the current song on the radio while the overhead fan blew wisps of her golden blonde hair back and forth along her forehead. › Continue reading
Under Your Control Scene 03
He lay on the chesterfield, lazily smoking a cigarette and slowly sipping the aged merlot. He watched her as she slept; curled on her side on the rug, in front of the fireplace, remaining exactly in the position he had told her to take. She had been disappointed when he had untied her but it had been a necessary lesson for both of them. She had to learn that the lure of her body was resistible. He smiled, for it was a lesson he too must learn.
The curves of her body fascinated him. The sweep of her back that disappeared into the full, plump cheeks of her bottom begged to be stroked. The exaggerated flare of her hips that tapered into soft smooth thighs haunted his thoughts even when he was apart from her. She stirred slightly and her arm slipped giving him a glimpse of the full breasts and proud nipples that he loved to suck. The reflected glow of the flames tinged her creamy white skin with an orange glow and turned her nipples a dark, deep red. He knew that if he reached out a hand it would take only a single caress to bring her responsive body back to full arousal. › Continue reading
Twelve Nights Ch. 04
Part 4.
Mandy stumbled to the kitchen butt naked. The scent of coffee lured her from her bed. She had the good ache that comes from too much sex making her legs wobble slightly. Coffee cup, then pour, then cream and sugar, then open eyes. Damn. Three perfect roses in a vase; a chocolate éclair nearly a foot long and oozing fresh whipped filling; and that little envelope with a lipstick imprint over the fold. She wiped the last drop of cream from the side of her mouth as her hands opened the card – better to know what was coming, after all. › Continue reading
What’s Next
All the things I am going to write about are true. The names have been changed because my Master told me to change them.
Several months ago, I met my Master in a chat room. It seemed he had the attention of the ladies in the room, so at first I didn’t think he noticed me. While others threw themselves at him, I was more reserved. Soon he began talking about things I had some knowledge about and we started talking. We didn’t start out talking sexually, although he always seemed to be flirting with the women in the room. We just ended up in more and more private conversations. When I finally gave him my phone number, I never expected him to call. He just didn’t seem like he was interested in that. › Continue reading
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