It had been a truly shitty day. He parked the car in the driveway and turned the engine off. He stayed in his seat, trying to figure out how to rub this day off his temper. He could come up with two solutions. None of them really held any appeal to him though. Beating the sandbag just wouldn’t do it for him today. He needed more than that. Beating his sex slave might, but then again. Could he hold his temper? He didn’t wa...

Your eyes are shining with a mixture of expectation and love mixed with a tiny touch of worry, as I reach for your hand and lead you towards the living room. You are stunningly beautiful as you stand before me; fully naked and wearing only a set of black leather restraints. I walk backward, holding your hand in mine. My eyes are feasting on the almost feline grace of your movements as you walk along on the balls of your f...

It is New Year's Eve. The time is 11:49 pm. The living room is very silent. In front of the TV a pair of buttocks stick up from the foot stool to which they are held by intricate rope work. Buttocks are being slapped gently by firm and strong – yet gentle hands. Not a single syllable is uttered. Nine minutes pass with this being the only thing going on. Suddenly no contact is felt anymore and the mean hiss of a cane cutti...

It is very late at night. She is lying butt naked on her belly on a carpet on the beach, listening to music on her MP3-player, and just feeling wonderful after tonight’s experiences. She looks up to the brink of the beach. Master’s motorbike – a cool red Beamer R1150RS – is standing only a few yards away. She vividly remembers the weird sensation of the light vibrations of the motorbike on her freshly caned ass and newly...