I decided to take Mr. Mister lunch today. He works in a tall office building in the city, has a large office, floor-to-ceiling windows, a secretary, the works. I suppose I'm a typical, stay-at-home wife sans children. I love volunteer work and, since Mr. Mister has such a high profile job, I can devote my free time to helping others. Lately, though, He’s been complaining about spending too much money on lunches delivered,...

I was having trouble falling asleep. I kept going over the events of the evening in my mind. It had been a noisy party, much more crowded than usual for a trade-related event. But the conversation, the one occurrence I kept replaying, had been perfectly clear. “I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition,” he said. The more I thought about it, the odder it sounded in my mind’s ear. And there was something in his voice,...

I’ve never wanted to be leashed. It’s on my Soft No list – something I MIGHT try, but with no guarantee I’ll want to continue with it. Somehow, even though in true BDSM fashion, I know the sub is leashed only with her or his consent, it just seemed demeaning to me. Nonetheless, Ard Ri’ requested that we try one evening – at home with just the two of us – a naked/leashing experiment. I trust him implicitly, so I agreed, kn...

Your breathing became more rapid. Your muscles tensed. You groaned as your balls contracted, forcing a meager drip of watery cum out of the end of your below-average member. Falling over in a heap, you lay beside your wife with a broad, satisfied grin on your face. Already snoring, she rolled her eyes in disappointment - a regular occurrence at this point in your tedious marriage. With so little of your sperm to wipe away...

In the pulsing heart of a high-end gym, the clanging of weights and the low hum of treadmills play a rhythmic soundtrack. Amidst the sheen of polished chrome and the smell of rubbed-down leather, a striking figure stands out. Clad in fitted workout gear that accentuates every ripple and curve, a young man with the refined poise of an alpha moves through his routine with purpose, his every action fluid poetry. This twenty-...

"But why can't we just stay home, cook a simple meal, and, you know, celebrate in our own way," Sophia whined. "Look, we've been over this, Soph. My family is expecting us and I will not disappoint them," Micah explained for the fifteenth time. "I'm tired of the complaining. We both accepted my mom's invitation over a month ago, so we are going and that's final." Sophia rolled her eyes and huffed before spitting out, "FIN...

I had been discreetly tailing the stunning guy for a few blocks, trying to pick up snippets of his cell phone conversation. What I was really hoping for was to decipher whether he had a girlfriend. If not, I was frantically devising a plan to approach him. People always tell me that I am an attractive woman; tall with long blonde hair, and my best feature, they say, is my radiant skin. Despite the compliments, I often fee...

"That sneaky, strict, sexy man! He set me up. He totally set me up," Sophia thought. When Sophia's friend, Julia, asked if she would like to grab dinner for a Girls' Night Out, she immediately said yes. She hadn't seen Julia in a few weeks and desperately wanted a night out with her friend. Micah, she knew, wouldn't mind a bit. He never set rules for which friends Sophia can see or when. He only asked to be informed - whi...

Matthew Turnback was a man who, all things considered, should have loved the life he lived. He was still young - in his mid-twenties - and making great money off of his chosen career path while living happily married to a woman he had fallen for since the day he first met her. His job, Personal Assistant to Mayor Bannivan, involved an adequate mix of both stress and excitement. Most men wouldn't care for setting up meetin...

“Bend over,” Mitch said quietly. Joanne looked at him, wide-eyed, and obeyed. She bent at the waist, back flat, hands on her knees. He flipped her skirt over her hips and ran a hand down her bare bottom and thighs. She knew better than to wear panties, which pleased him. Nonetheless, it was time, Mitch thought, to make sure she remembered to whom she belonged. “Count for me, but do not break position. We’ll be out all day...

First, I’m not a big fan of camping, at least not when we first arrive at the campsite. It takes me a day or so to get into the spirit of it. Until then, I'm whiny, crabby, and bratty. I appreciate that our campsite is on some we own, decorated by nature with a plethora of trees, a spring-fed creek, soft grass, wild berry bushes, and wildlife; we are the only people there. Nonetheless, I complain about absolutely everythi...

"Really, it's my own fault," Sophia thought. "I told Him that I would not, simply would not wear a collar in public. Not tonight, not any night. No. That collar was for us privately. I was not His 24/7 submissive. I had agreed to be his 24/2 1/2 submissive. From Friday after work until Monday morning, I was his collared girl, but from Monday to Friday, I was my own person." Nonetheless, Sophia balked even though this was...

I didn't know how long I had been sleeping, but I was gradually awakened by the sensation of lips on my skin and the heat of hungry breath against my neck. "Mmm," I hummed, my eyes still closed, my consciousness still drowsy. I wanted to sleep. Then Xavier slid both hands up to cup my breasts, his thumbs tweaking my nipples lightly but determinedly. One hand continued toying with my breasts while the other moved down to s...

1. Since it’s summer – no pants or shorts – only skirts or dresses. 2. No panties can be worn at any time, with the exception of a bikini bottom if we are in public. 3. A bra may be worn only with permission. 4. Each morning and night, S will have a cock in my mouth – either Milord’s or someone of his choosing. 5. When exercising, S will be in the nude. 6. S will keep her pussy will be clean shaven at all times. 7. S will...

I am, by nature, a modest person. I am also, by nature, continuously horny and submissive. Luckily, Stone knows this and entirely approves. To the outside world, we are the most boring, vanilla, basic couple. However, inside our home is an entirely different story. Beneath my modest clothing of knee-length skirts and crew-necked sweaters, hides even more secrets known only to us. During a seemingly innocuous conversation,...