Two days later Jake and Eileen went out to eat again before heading to his apartment. He got them their usual drinks and they sat on the sofa, kissing between sips. “The new Playroom is ready, so tonight we can try it for the first time. I wanted to ask if your period started, and if you've thought about how you want to please me?” he asked. “Yes, it started yesterday. I've thought about what you said, that I should use a...
Chapter 2 Inside, the room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the walls adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to pulse with the beat of the music. A large, velvet-covered bed dominated the space, and Rachel was led to it, her eyes wide with excitement and apprehension. Khalid gestured to Tariq, and the younger man nodded, his own eyes filled with a fiery hunger. Layla turned to me, her eyes gleaming. "You...
Marc: 27 M Husband to Rachel Rachel: 25 F Wife of Marc Khalid: 38 M Man of Layla Layla: 35 F Wife of Khalid Tariq: 28 M Friend of Khalid and Layla Chapter 1 The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient city. The air had the scent of spices and incense, mingling with the sounds of call to prayer echoing through the narrow streets. Myriad lights flickered to life, illuminating the intricate designs...
Two nights later Jake walked with Eileen to the pub and they had a nice casual meal and drinks, she with her usual glass of white wine and he with his usual pint of beer. Then they went to his apartment and had a second round while sitting on the sofa. “I wondered what you thought of the “Yes, Master” game, and if you'd like to play it again?” Jake asked. “I liked it, and I would love to play it again! And I even enjoyed...
The alarm sounded and Lisa and I reluctantly parted ways, spending an extended amount of time at the front door, kissing and caressing. I walked her over to her house, still naked, and watched as she went in. I complimented myself on my boldness at being naked out front, but it was almost midnight, and our neighborhood was mostly asleep. I entered the kitchen, poured myself a glass of wine, and wondered what was happening...
Yes, sir, I want you to spank me With that hand I know so well It is more than just five fingers It’s the reason I rebel Yes, sir, I want you to clank me In bonds of silver and gold Chained, I’m a precious gift to you Unwrapping me never gets old Yes, sir, I want you to yank me Down on the floor to my knees My gaze lowers at your command I’m eager to do as you please Yes, sir, I want you to flank me Punish me from every s...
After meeting Jake, going out to dinner, and having great sex, Eileen was thrilled at having the man she adored for many years after her, and looked forward to doing whatever was needed to keep him. Jake called the next day to thank her for their evening. “Last night was so good with you, you sexy woman! Do you want to go to a movie tomorrow evening, and then maybe have another romp at my place?” he asked. “Love to!” she...
The next day, Maria confided to me that Jim loved nothing better than turning a straight man into a cock-slut. “He sees it as proof of his dominance, not just making a sexual slave for his own use, but to actually turn you into a cock-worshipping queer.” She smiled at the self-recognition she saw in my silent reaction: my blushing face and my erection. It was Saturday. I had been told to report at 9 a.m. and to be prepare...
When I had calmed down, Master and JJ released my legs and my wrists and helped me from the table. Master put his robe back on and JJ pulled his sweat pants up. Then the two of them sat on the couch along one wall of the Haven, and Master had me kneel, still naked and sweaty, on the floor, facing them. “Well, JJ, what did you think of that?” JJ looked at me silently for several seconds, and I could see a combination of pl...
Monday, 8:29 am I felt small, gentle hands run up and down my bare chest as consciousness started to seep into my mind. Eyes still closed, I simply stretched and enjoyed the soft caresses, wanting to prolong this lovely moment between the waking world and dreams where every touch felt magnified ten-fold. The fingers making small circles on my chest were accompanied by the feeling of soft lips enveloping mine in a sweet ki...
“Dad?” I heard his son’s voice and looked up at my Master. He must have heard it too, but his eyes remained closed. “Dad?” There was a knock on the door. Grabbing my long blonde hair, Master pushed his cock deeper into my throat. “Come in, son.” My squeak of surprise was lost around the meat in my mouth. We had talked about what was going to happen today, but I had not expected JJ to be invited into the Haven, my Master’s...
“Hello?” “Hello, is this Pamela?” “Yes.” “This is Robert.” “Oh, God.” “Is something wrong? Is this not a good time for me to call?” “No, this is fine, you just caught me by surprise.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, it’s just … it’s your voice.” “My voice?” “Yes, it’s so … seductive.” “Are you sure you’re all right? You sound distressed.” “I don’t think distressed is exactly the right word.” “What is the right word?” “The right wor...
It was 3 a.m. when we wandered into our hotel lobby. I was still a little drunk, and I lost my footing for a moment. Ever so quickly, though, I was caught by a pair of strong arms. I regained my balance a moment later and smiled. I turned to face him, and our faces met. I melted when I saw the love in his face. Daddy has always been supportive, both physically and mentally. He always knows what's best for me. Looking at t...
In a bustling amusement park, under the neon glow of the lights — a man and woman were standing by a machine as they watched people play. Or at least, they appeared to be watching. In reality, the two were secretly stealing glances at one another. Sometimes, she looks. Sometimes, he looks. Yet strangely their gazes didn't meet once. Stacy and Austin met each other a year ago. In the lively halls of their school, amidst th...
I arrived on time, that is to say five minutes early. I had left work a little early so as to have time for a quick shower and change of underwear. The directions to the ordinary looking suburban ranch-style home had been easy to follow. The neighborhood had a comfortable moderately prosperous middle class feel to it - typical middle American suburbia. Jim came to the door himself when I rang. He was maybe an inch or so t...
