Onstage, The Amazin’ Sex BDSM Club, New York He clipped a silver chain leash to her collar, then said, “Heel!” She dropped to her hands and knees, and shuffled after him as he walked slowly onstage. She was naked except for her collar and the leather restraints on her ankles and wrists. As she shuffled past the curtains stage-left, she saw, or rather, felt, the hundreds of people in the audience. The spotlights hit them,...

It took us less than ten minutes to get to where I wanted to stop for the night, but Sara looked like it couldn’t come too soon – and neither could she! When I swung the pack off my shoulders and put it down, then picked hers off her shoulders, she dropped to her knees, put her mouth against the front of my shorts, seemingly trying to eat my stiff cock through the fabric, and moaning, “Please, Master, please let me cum…”...

There’s this guy that I’m dying for in my office. I’ve tried dropping hints, but… nothing. So, I’m in the photocopier room when it hits me: I’ll photocopy my dripping pussy and send it to him, inter-office mail. The copier bed is high up, so I finally take my slacks and panties off, get up on the copier, lower myself and push PRINT. And he walks in! I leap up, grab a piece of photocopier paper, and hold it hard against me...

With the remote-controlled egg already humming in my cunt, and Sir in control, I was imagining dozens of ways this could end - most of them with me being exposed very publicly, naked, humiliated, and possibly even arrested. It turned me on, and my cunt was wet, and getting wetter. It was almost as if my body wanted me to be shamed, embarrassed, mortified and demeaned. It seemed to be in alliance with Sir on that. I had no...

We were downtown, shopping, and had just finished having a late lunch when Mistress said, “Let’s walk through the park, shall we?” I, of course, agreed, so we walked casually through the park, chatting about what we would cook for supper tomorrow. It is a lovely park, with trees and bushes, and a small stream. We strolled happily along the path. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and there were a fair number of people there,...

Thursday Evening Marta sat in the middle of a packed theatre, knowing that she couldn’t hold out much longer, that she was going to cum, and cum hard. She also knew she would probably be loud, and messy, and humiliate herself in public. Worse, she couldn’t close her legs, and the people in front of her, when they turned around, would be able to look right up her skirt at her naked cunt as she was cumming. And worse still,...

“So, tell me about this…Jock the Cock…” Cat finally managed to ask. Tilly laughed. “There’s not much point in telling you when you can see Jacques for yourself!” And she pointed across the clearing, where three of the women, as well as two of the guys, were clustered around a naked, well-built, but rather ordinary-looking man. At least, he was ordinary from the waist up. From the waist down, it was a different matter enti...

Five motorcycles drifted up quietly outside the house. Bonnie was on the lead cycle, naked except for the dog collar, with a strap around her tits that held her on the back of the bike. Her hands were cuffed behind her, her mouth was clamped firmly shut, she had a butt plug in her ass, and a vibrating dildo in her cunt. The latter two were held in place by a harness that was padlocked around her waist, and a strap that ra...

Five motorcycles drifted up quietly outside the house on a hot summer’s night. The lead cycle held a woman who was naked except for a dog collar. She was strapped to the rear seat backrest with a cord around her tits, her hands were cuffed behind her, her mouth was clamped firmly shut, she had a butt plug in her ass, and a vibrating dildo in her cunt. The latter two were held in place by a harness that was locked around h...

The door slammed shut behind Kimberley, who stood there, naked and hollow-eyed. She hadn’t expected that she’d be the one doing this. Since there were 11 girls, it had seemed like such a funny, daring idea, and so very unlikely that she’d lose the low-card draw.But she had.Finally realizing that she was wasting time, she picked up the thick, black marker, and looked down at her abdomen. How was she going to do this upside...

Marta is James’ eager sex slave and slut. He told her he wanted to take her out to dinner, and that he wanted her to look like a slut. She went beyond what he had asked, and appeared naked except for high heels, a dress that was three inches too short, and a white fox tail that was attached to a butt plug, and hung down to her knees behind her. Plus her dog collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, of course. As a result of the s...

I had told her I wanted her to look like the slut she was when we went out to dinner, and she had promised me she would. It was still a shock when I saw her. She wore a lovely dress, with a flared skirt – that was about 3 inches too short! From where I was, sitting in the car, I could see her naked pussy flashing me from under the hem of her dress when she walked. I began to wonder if we were going to wind up in jail toni...

He pulled the t-shirt over my head and picked up the shorts I had been wearing, leaving me naked, standing in the corridor… Preparations: Marta When Sir finally allowed me to escape into my condo, I closed the door behind me, made sure it was locked, then collapsed against it. I was a mess. Being in the familiar surroundings of home made it all seem unreal, somehow. My body was still massively excited by masturbating in t...

The Slave Returns: Marta I was – once again – astonished by this man while he sobbed in my arms. I held him tightly, kept him deep inside me with my legs around his back, and smoothed his hair, whispering soothing words, and kissing him. This poor man. He was, by any account, extraordinary, and had overcome enormous obstacles to become the man he had. Yet, along the way, no one had ever loved him, or cared if he healed. I...