Oh, I see you there, little one, your eyes daring me. You know I will act upon your playful defiance. You know you are not quite arrayed as I prefer. Your collar and leash not at the ready. For when I want to pull your nose and tongue between my legs. Now, oh now you’ll need to be punished for this oversight. Ah, your eyes finally show understanding. We have all night for you to gain wisdom. Minutes upon endless infinitie...
Alia stands before me in splendor, gleaming with what I can only describe as a victor’s light. She smiles so brightly that even under the ample lighting of the mall, she somehow manages to stand out. But it’s not a friendly smile. She twirls before me in her summer dress, holding a pair of heels she’s yet to try on, as I sweat and puff with the weight and bulk of bags upon bags of new clothes… Alia’s new purchases, of cou...
Bryan headed into the bathroom to get ready to go out for the night. His female roommate, Christi, was having a “girls night in” and he thought that it would be best to disappear for the bulk of the evening. His closest friends all had plans, so he was going to have to go solo for the night. He had planned on grabbing some dinner and drinks followed by a trip to the cinema. Depending on what time he left the theater, he w...
Amy stared at Melissa. The huge grin on Melissa’s face was almost unbelievable as she watched her mistress leave the lounge. Her chin was coated with her mistress’ juices, some of which dripped onto her breasts. Amy decided to put things in order, having been so rudely deprived earlier. She yanked at the lead around Melissa’s neck causing her whole body to face Amy. She stood up, grasped what was left of the G&T in her gl...
I've always felt more comfortable in sexually submissive roles but yet still held curiosities of what it would feel like for the roles to be reversed, to be the dominant one for a change. I had fantasized about having a man on his knees for me, worshiping me like the Goddess I am. When the opportunity became available to me, I seized it. A handsome man named Charles initiated a conversation with me, and we seemed to immed...
Melissa found herself on her own, at home, on a Saturday afternoon. It was one of those days where Isabel left her to herself. In the morning, she busied herself with all the chores that had to be done before contemplating a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, she thought, as she looked through the window onto the golden autumn colours of the trees beyond. Isabel was out with friends, that’s all Melissa was told. Pr...
I’m in hell. I’m walking through Alia’s front door, and I’m in hell. And not in one of the nice circles, oh no. This entire evening has been a gradual, but unstoppable descent into my worst nightmares. I’m wobbly on my feet. My heels – which I hate wearing – have hurt my feet, my cocktail dress is a pallid imitation of Alia’s that only seems to emphasize rather than reduce our differences in wealth and status, and I’ve lo...
“What the heck did you just ask me?” She turned her face away from me, but not before I caught a glimpse of the shock and embarrassment in her eyes. I felt angry, but her expression was one of embarrassment and hurt. I started to reach for her, then thought better of it. I fixed my collar, then placed my hands firmly at my sides. “Did you just say that you wanted me to tie you up and fuck you? Because that just came out o...
“Yes miss, I will make sure,” said Melissa. She put the phone down and went about her tasks for the day. At six o’clock precisely Melissa was preparing Isabel’s clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly laid out on the bed as were the selective undergarments and the shoes neatly arranged at the bottom of the bed. Melissa entered the shower room, allowing the water to run hot. It was a luxurious walk-i...
“My name is Melissa and I am Isabel’s slave,” Melissa’s words sounded like an introduction at a Fetish Anonymous group meeting but they were directed towards Amy, Isabel’s friend. It was a fleeting meeting that lasted all of a few minutes and concluded with a kiss on the cheek for Isabel and nothing for Melissa. In fact, the way she was ignored dented her confidence a little. Melissa hadn’t started out being a slave, but...
Franco Cassetti grunted as Blondie 1 (she had stated her name when they met and Cassetti had promptly forgotten it) ran her velvety tongue sharply up the shaft of his thick, stumpy cock. Aside from the grunt and a twitch in one of his pale blue eyes, Cassetti never moved. His right hand remained where it was, propped against his craggy face, fingers beside his temple, elbow on the armrest of the luxury leather chair he ha...
His wife stared at him as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The clicking of his keyboard and the tick of the clock was the only noise that could be heard. She sighed and stood up. Walking with purpose she pushed his seat away from his computer and straddled his lap. His eyes shot up to hers his dick growing against the fabric between them. “Darling you spend so many late hours here at the office. Why not get a secretary...
“How do I look?” Alia twirls in a deep green dress before me, giggling for all the world like we haven’t spent most of the afternoon trudging through the mall. Still, I’m a good sport, so I give her a smile. “Very pretty, Alia.” God, I feel like I’m in the Say the line, Ralph! scene from The Simpsons. “You should try some of these dresses yourself!” Alia says, picking another dress to try out. “Come on Zainab, live a litt...
As the pale light of a cold autumn midday filtered through the trees, I wondered how the hell it had come to this. I loved Brian, and he loved me. This was no passing infatuation: I’m talking about four, long happy years of smooth sailing together. How could they come under threat so suddenly? And as for Maddie, well, she was my… friend. Yes, my friend still. No matter what happened, how far we had drifted apart over the...
That weekend was a blur of speeches, receptions, and other special events. We also got Skype calls from relatives like Rachel and Todd. Of course, Amy was always the star of the show. Mom got kind of weepy at times, and she kept taking pictures left and right. Dad was also worked up, but in a totally different way: he asked a million questions about Amy’s plans for law school, and he offered a bunch of advice that she pro...
