It was date night. Sophia had not only agreed but asked Milord to take her out and to treat her as his slave, not submissive. Naturally, he agreed. At first, she was thrilled and completely submissive, rising to the challenge of obeying him without question or hesitation. When Micah told her to remove her panties, she wiggled a little on her bar stool as she slipped out of them and handed them to him. When he had reached...

Milord decided to play a game with numbers, just to keep things interesting. Sophia was to choose a number between one and fifty and that would be the number of the weekend. She chose fourteen. "Great choice," he praised. "You've been keeping a pinterest board for our new lifestyle, right?" "I have," she hesitantly confirmed. He ordered her to go to that "lifestyle" board and choose the fourteenth item. The crop. Sophia m...

Milord discovered that he loves public acts of domination. Sophia, however, felt it broke at least one of the cardinal laws of BDSM (Safe, Sane, and Consensual), which Micah totally agreed with. Therefore, he came up with two solutions: Create acts of submission that the general population would either not see or would be socially acceptable or limit the "public" to only those who have indeed consented to witness (and pos...

"Why do I not have a bag?" I asked. "Because I have everything you need in mine. You have your passport and your boarding pass. That’s all you need." I huffed but was secretly pleased. Jeremiah had promised/threatened to take me on a last minute vacation for years but I never thought he’d do it. Yet, here I was, sitting in first class, flying to somewhere on the Yucatan Coast. I sipped a glass of champagne and peppered hi...

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 my bikini one if we are in public. 3. A bra may be worn only with permission. 4. Each morning and night I will have a cock in my mouth – either Milord’s or someone of his choosing. 5. When exercising, I will be in the nude. 6. My pussy will be clean-shaven at all times. 7. I will drink at least...

Sophia diligently applied sunscreen to every part of her body. Whoever invented the spray sunscreen had her undying gratitude. Sophia was picking some rose petals from the bushes next to the fence. She dried the delicate petals and used them to flavor teas and vodka. She squealed and jumped when a hard banging sounded on the back gate. “Hey there, Sophia! Greg here. Just wanted to know if you and your husband would like t...

“Hey, Tommy.” I stand politely as he reaches the table hand outstretched, but he goes in for the cheek kiss. I laugh it off and mumble, “Nice to meet you, in person.” He nods and does a full 360 of the bar, catches the barman’s eye, and nods to the remnants of the drink in front of me. “I am sorry, but you are over forty-five minutes late, so I have had a few drinks.” I hate that I have justified myself. He scrunches his...

I stood quietly by the bar, champagne at the ready, while Braden welcomed his cousin, Ben, and his wife, Nancy onto the private train. This was a getaway vacation, so the train had only four cars – our bedroom and bath, the dining/lounge car, the guest car, and the staff car which included a kitchen and living quarters for the cook, a footman, and a maid. “Lisa!” Ben practically shouted, his arms wide open as he pulled me...

Noah Jackson worked for a well-known corporation as a computer analyst in Scottsdale, Arizona. He was an attractive single man, outgoing and family oriented. He owned a two-story home, and two cars. He drove a gunmetal blue Ram 2500 truck and a 911 white Porsche. The motto Noah lived by was, “You should never regret anything in life. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s an experience." On his first day of work,...

Chapter 1 - Fucked up day Do you know the days when NOTHING goes well? Yes, those days you get fired from a job because you gently reminded your boss he could go fuck himself and not bother your friend? Yeah, or when you drive home, furious after the mentioned boss told you with a calm smirk that you should go home for today and bring your things tomorrow? And on the way back, your car runs out of gas…! Then, you swear fo...

I was raised in a very strict Catholic family. I was always attracted to girls and never thought about doing anything with guys. The mere talk of homosexuality in my family was immediately silenced. When I was eighteen, that all changed. Near where I grew up, there was a large wooded area on the outskirts of the neighborhood. My friends and I would often run around there playing as kids. When we were older, we would sneak...

“So, still happy you decided to walk this trail with me,” Braden asked. Lisa, sore in all the right places, snuggled closer to Braden’s warm, naked body. She turned her head slightly to kiss his chest before answering, “I’m not sure ‘happy’ is the correct word, Sir. I’m happy when I find a new original source. I’m happy when I eat pie. I’m happy when I can afford a new pair of stunning shoes. But with you? No, happy is si...

2052. The Bunker. The last thing I should be doing is thinking about him. I need to leave this rotten city. If they find me, I’m dead. I should get out of this disgusting mattress this very instant and do something useful. Why the hell do I keep thinking about him instead? The man who ruined me. The man who made me his slave. Viktor Volkov. I stand up in a rush and ensure the bunker doors are sealed. The image of his pier...