I had left the reception to go up to the bedroom and change into my going away outfit. Standing in front of the mirror, I admired myself for one last time in the ivory silk wedding dress, with its fitted bodice and tie-up corset back. The designer dress showed off the swell of my 34DD breasts, slender waist and firm bum. My long blond hair was up with an elegant bun, held with a pearl barrette. I looked every inch the per...

We’d barely cleared the driveway when Emma tugged her panties off and turned sideways in the seat. Leaning back against the door, she put one foot on the console behind my elbow and the other on top of the dashboard, spreading her legs wide and pulling her skirt up so that I could watch her gently masturbate as I drove. She was wet and aroused, and I struggled to watch the road and watch her touch herself at the same time...

Sarah walked down the road towards her tutor's house. A range of emotions ran through her; the shame of being bent across the desk and spanked like some little school girl... and fear, of the burning pain she'd felt across her backside as her tutors' hand had spanked her remorselessly for what seemed ages. But she couldn't deny the twinge of excitement she'd felt as she'd bent across the desk, the cool air on the damp gus...

There was nothing in Celia's childhood that would explain why she became a submissive. Her parents were happily married, and she didn't come from a broken or abusive home. She was, occasionally, spanked for misbehaving but not excessively. But as she grew up and into her sexuality, she found that the idea of being disciplined intrigued her more and more. When her first serious boyfriend came along, the guy she lost her vi...

Nicolas Conde was a tall, attractive man from Spain. From his family's small company, he had created an international conglomerate over the years, based in New York City. It wasn't a straight rise to the top, though. He had allied himself with some disreputable people. He got in so deep, he thought he could never respect himself ever again. But, one evening, he had met a mysterious woman in a sea of vacant socialites: Emi...

Friday night, and it was time to meet up with the girls and head out for the night. The first stop was the local for a few drinks, before moving on to the Clubs. My best friend Katelyn was dressed in an electric blue boob-tube and a tiny pair of white shorts that barely covered her bum. I was in my short, skin-tight tan sequin skirt and a black plunging halter top that opened to my waist, leaving at least half my boobs ex...

My introduction to sex was not a best-practice model. When I was seventeen, my parents left me and my older sister, who was twenty and home from college, alone at home while they went for an anniversary weekend away. I was still a virgin at the time, though I had a boyfriend, and I was supposed to be out at a party at his house. I went to the party, but it didn't go well. Some alcohol had been smuggled in. My boyfriend dr...

“The view from up here is amazing, babe,” she said. “It sure is.” He licked his lips. “Structures so beautifully laid out.” “Yes they are.” “The arches.” “Mmhmm, that arch.” “Contours...” “Aah yeah.” “And the way the light peeks through some of the spaces in between.” “So artistic.” “Wonder when we’ll be able to get this view again?” “I plan to have it every day for the rest of my life.” “Wait ho–” Smack! He slapped her r...

Look at her. Bored again, waiting on another work call. I shouldn’t but… “Babe, what are you doing?” she asked. “Giving you what you need.” I bent her over facing the laptop, pulled the lace aside and slipped in. Her cunt was lava-hot and she yanked the headset off and unplugged as I pounded. A few minutes later, she stared at me via the black mirror mouthing, “fuck you,” and I unloaded instantly. “Too late to say this ma...