David Atkins stirred in his sleep and lazily almost opened his eyes. The steady thrum of the aircraft engines was such a lulling sound. Then it hit him. Jet engines don’t thrum, they purr. He came fully awake with a start and looked frantically around. If his seat belt hadn’t been holding him tightly in the seat, he would probably have jumped to his feet. He stared out the window at the silver wing and the two rapidly spi...

The first time I saw Jen, we both were at her company pool party. As I stood chatting with a business friend, I watched her swimming impressively, cutting through the water like a Greek million-dollar yacht. Her one-piece suit was barely winning the battle to keep her heavy breasts covered. I knew right then I had to have her. It started with small talks on the phone. Then pure pleasantries turned to late lunches at the l...

Annabelle awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. When she walked into the kitchen, Nicole was standing at the stove fixing breakfast. “Good morning, cowgirl,” Annabelle said cheerily. Nicole spun around in surprise. “I’m sorry, Mistress Ann,” she sputtered. “I’m not naked... but I’m only wearing this apron because of the bacon.” She took a deep breath and then said in almost a sob, “I tried, but the bacon spits and spatter...

I was naked at Mistress’ feet, kneeling in Nadu: gazing at the floor, knees spread wide, palms up on my thighs, waiting for her command. I had been in this position since she had brought me to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. Accordingly, I was still trembling, desperate to cum, and would do almost anything she asked. She had brought me to the verge of cumming four times in the last twenty-four hours, once waking me out...

Once more am I standing in the wings of a stage, waiting to go on. But it’s different this time in so many ways. I’m already naked but covered in a hooded cape that will soon be taken from me. And this time, I’m about to become my Mistress’ slave, by my own choosing. All week I’ve been asking myself if I really want to do this. Do I want to surrender my life, my possessions, my very ability to choose what I want in life t...

Trembling, I walk to the main house, naked under my flimsy, yellow sundress. Anya is waiting in her bedroom. She glowers at me, then rips my sundress off. She grabs my hair and forces me to kneel, then guides the sybian’s double dildos into my ass and cunt, locking the tickler against my clit.She ties me in place, then leans forward, and hisses into my face, “You have repeatedly cum without my permission. Now I'm going to...

Later that evening, I sit on the kitchen counter, holding an ice pack wrapped in a towel against my throbbing balls. The pain is nauseating, and I'm questioning my decision in allowing this to happen. Liam sips his wine beside me on a stool, reading through some statements and rolls his eyes as I whimper. "You're such a baby..." "I'm sorry, but do you want me to strike you across the nuts so we can see how you react?" I s...

It was XeneSusan9984 that gave me the idea to write this. We were playing one night and I had driven her to her twentieth or thirtieth orgasm for the night. Susan is a painslut and I had her tied up tightly against a Saint Andrew’s cross and was flogging her with a Devil’s hair flogger. The strips of leather for a Devil’s hair flogger are cut so thin and there are so many of them that it is almost like flogging someone wi...