I'm tall, fit, single, live alone, and home a lot with early retirement. All that free time allows me to enjoy experimenting with being a submissive cock sucker. Something about the power exchange dynamic excites me. That said, I hadn't played very much. I'm a very private person and reluctant to share my address or go to someone's house. I'm about as deep in the closet as it gets. Good for privacy - not so good for exper...

The laptop screen flickered and she appeared dead centre, settling back in her office chair. "Hi." I adjusted the screen angle a little and leaned back in mine. "Tabby." Tucking a tawny strand behind her ear, she flashed an impish grin that would lure a monk from celibacy. "I'm, uhh," she mimed air quotes, "working late again." "What a coincidence. Me too." She glanced away to where I knew her office door was set between...

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...

Who was he to say she was acting like a BITCH? Maria seethed in anger at the insult her stepdad Mark had thrown at her. She'd show him! Stripping naked and dropping to all fours Maria crawled into her stepdad's bedroom to show him a real bitch! Attaching her pet mastiff's shock collar to her own neck was a nice touch, along with locking herself in the dog's cage to get the point across. Maria remembered hearing the phrase...

Reeling, I admire you. You’re a delicious mess, hunger embodied. The cooling rivulet of cum sliding down your neck behind the makeshift collar, and snaking between your aching tits.  My gaze pursues it, down to your matted tuft, barely obscuring your slit. It’s swollen, throbbing, drooling onto the floor… begging me, silently.   Your tongue traces wet lips, savoring what’s left of me. Open mouth salivating. Unsated. “Yes?...

You watch as I apply the last of the blood-red lipstick to my pouted lips in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. You let your hungry eyes roam all over my scantily dressed body, drinking in my dangerous curves and alabaster skin aching to have it pressed against you. I know your eyes are on me, and not just because I can see you through the mirror, but because I can always feel your gaze when it is upon me, especially...

  Mandy and I had been friends since elementary school. Playing and cheering together. Commiserating over toxic relationships. Even going away to college together. Now in our early thirties, we had drifted apart with emails our only communication. Mandy moved to the mythical land of Orlando while I stayed here, teaching and freezing in northern Ohio. But, absence really does make the heart grow fonder as I discovered when...

Oh, how I remember that day well, Bitten lips and goosebumps too, The anticipation in me did so swell, With my collar almost in view.   How I longed to call it mine, To run my fingers along it's lace, A symbol of trust and love entwine, Or a delicate reminder of your embrace.   My cheeks that day burnt bright red, Even as hot as your silken hair, Still, unashamed I quietly knelt; But in that cold silence, my soul was take...