James and Victoria’s lusty games had continued well into the early hours of Saturday until their libidos had finally drained. With their bodies now peacefully entwined beneath a down filled duvet, the two lovers soon drifted into a deep sleep. Content in the knowledge that the weekend was theirs to enjoy, however they saw fit, there was clearly no need for an early start.   As the mid morning sun cast its rays down throug...

I crouched down as my hand reached out towards the riding crop. It lay, motionless, at her feet and my eyes remained sharply focussed on the tip of my forefinger as it traced an imaginary line along the length. It paused at the end and calmly stroked the smooth black leather slapper, almost affectionately perhaps, as if it were admiring its potential.  The outer edges were beautifully decorated with two rows of slightly o...

Victoria tossed the parcel onto her bed as she struggled to unfasten her collar. After a short delay, she removed the padlock from its securing clasp and threw it on top of her duvet. With the collar now loosened, it dropped easily into her hands and she moved to the edge of her bed before placing it carefully alongside the parcel. It was, she thought, a lot heavier than she had expected as she stumbled slightly before da...

The roads were surprisingly busy and we drove for about thirty-five minutes before I finally pulled on the handbrake and turned off the ignition.   “Here, at last,” I sighed with relief, removing my seat belt as I looked across the road. Victoria’s house stood proudly on the south side of Chesterfield Road and sat amongst a variety of substantial detached properties.  The pavements were unusually wide and provided ample r...

Crisp bags, half-eaten sandwiches and the odd cigarette butt decorated the faded vinyl floor to the buffet car.  I looked briefly at the empty rubbish bin standing, somewhat redundant, below the misted window as the train jerked slightly.  As it began to pull away from the crowded platform, my hand steadied a tepid bottle of Stella Artois as the shabbily dressed and seemingly lifeless bartender returned with my change.  H...

I continued sucking desperately on Victoria’s slim fingers until the taste of my pre-cum had all but disappeared.  My crimson red lipstick, now obscenely smeared across my pretty face, served only to highlight my gaping mouth as she pulled her fingers away. “Taste good, Leah?” she asked as she stepped back. “Yes, Victoria, oh yes.  I only wish that,” I replied before being cut short. “You know, ‘Leah,’” she said in a matt...

The loud thud of the heavy front door knocker brings me sharply back to my senses.  My mind snaps back to the real world, the world that I am now accustomed to, the world of a pathetic little cunt, a submissive little cunt, a cunt that craves the twisted humiliation and ridicule that she so expertly drenches upon me.  The sick perverted pleasure that she derives from this is, to some I suppose, quite shocking. It is somet...