I was returning from Europe from a short vacation away from reality. God know I needed it so much. I guess I went a little wild while I was there, maybe you could call it the forties crisis. I even had a tattoo made. Me, the person always saying tattoos were too permanent for me. But, yes, I had a tattoo, just in my left inner wrist of the BDSM symbol. I’ve wanted to do it ever since I recognized my submissive nature and...

My plane landed just on time at Lisbon's airport. It was a warm summer morning and I was so anxious to head to town I was one of the first to exit the plane's doors.  During the eternal eight hours of flight my mind had been swirling around with millions of impossible fantasies. I knew it would be inevitable. Coming here, to his town, knowing he would be only a couple of miles away from me instead of thousands… my silly h...

I took a deep breath and once again flattened the nonexistent wrinkles of my little red hood costume. I know it’s an awful cliché to wear a little red hood costume when I’m trying to meet The Wolf, but, hey, a girl has to use all the weapons she has, right? And somehow it seemed appropriate. “Ready?” Laura asked me, giving me an encouraging smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” We were about to enter the local dungeon, where...

Emily woke up, as coming out of a weird dream and opened her eyes slowly. Her mind was confused, and she couldn't remember where she was. Trying to clear her head, she looked around and then noticed a big, tanned hand over her left breast, cradling it, completely. Her eyes travelled down and discovered a brawny thigh, crossed over her own. She was cuddled up against a man, a very big, muscular man; her buttocks were press...

Minutes after the sheikh left a servant entered the room, from the bathroom and urged her, motioning for her to follow. Sara felt really exhausted and not really wanting to move, but felt it would be so much easier to follow the woman than to try to tell her to leave her alone. She got up from the bed and took the towel that was still on the floor and covered her before heading to the bathroom. There she noticed another o...

Sara sat at the table with her boss on one side and the sheik on the other. They were talking feverishly in Arabic and Sara knew that their conversation was about her. Occasionally, they would look over to her, gesturing at her. Each of their looks her way gave her goosebumps. This whole business trip had been a nightmare. When her boss proposed a trip to Yemen, she thought it would be a great adventure, and she accepted...