There was a slight knock on the partially open door before his secretary pushed the door open and entered carrying a gift. “This was delivered for you, Mr. Hart,” she said with a smirk on her face. She placed it on his desk and left his office. Nate, born Nathaniel Philip Hart IV, was a prominent, third generation, attorney. Very stoic, confident and conservative in his double breasted suit and monogrammed cuffed shirt. T...

Daddy woke me up by peeling the covers back from my body. I instinctively moved toward Daddy’s touch and set my foggy head on Daddy’s thigh. I nuzzled him as he rubbed the ass he had spanked, cropped and switched last night. I moaned as his massage revived the muscle ache in my right glute. I could smell the musk from his crotch and I grunted as my pussy began to tingle. Daddy’s skin against mine, the smell of my pussy dr...

It had been three weeks since I had seen Daddy and with every mile I traveled, I felt my pussy water more and more. At the halfway marker, I texted Daddy to ask if I could take off my panties because they had become so wet it felt uncomfortable to sit in them. “No, Slut,” was all the text read. I smiled, sure before I had asked that that was what his answer would be, and drove on. When I got within 10 miles, my pussy bega...

I’m lying on my back in the cage. My legs are cuffed up and open, and Daddy is stroking his magnificent cock on the other side of the mesh. His face is a mixture of concentration and amusement. My eyes pinball from his eyes to Bestie, my pet name for Daddy’s dick, who is now leaking precum. My heart is racing, aroused at the sight of Daddy’s engorgement, but also from anxiety. My “number one” job is to clean Daddy’s dick...

I walked into a room ahead of you. I hear the soft click of the door behind me and feel your burning gaze upon my back just before you put one hand on my stomach and the other gently, but firmly, upon my neck, pulling me to you. My arms stay at my sides as my head rests on your shoulder. Your beard tickles a little but your breath is warm. I feel your hand that is on my stomach move up ward, stopping to fondle my breasts...

There are days When it's incredibly Difficult to get out of bed And put one foot in front of the other. Those are the days I miss you the most because You, and you alone, Always were the one Who gave me Air to breathe.

“Finally, it's done!” I said aloud, relaxing into the seat of my car. Finally. Six days of night shifts, with overtime, are done. Now I can go home, strip down to something comfortable and sleep. Oh, how I want sleep. I don't care what the experts say, it's unnatural and too different to sleep during the day and stay awake all night. Humans are meant to be sleeping while the moon is out! Or at the very least, this one is....

"Daddy, may I please skip boot camp tonight?" "No," he scoffed. "But it's cold and I'm tired and--" Daddy just looked up from his iPad at me. He wasn’t having any of it. I stomped upstairs and changed into my workout clothes. As I shimmied out of my jeans, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I faced away from the mirror and looked to see if the bruises on my ass were still vivid. Daddy had used the belt, the cane and th...

Lynn ’s shock at seeing the interior of the seemingly innocent looking barn was immediate and unmistakable. “What have I gotten myself into, this time?” she thought to herself. The walls and floor were carved out of large cobble stones, the ceiling was made of large hand- hewn beams and rough timbers, as it would have been done in the middle ages. Looking around the room, she saw item after item of torture, depravity and...

The add was deceptively simple."Female, blonde, blue eyes, tall and sexy. Owned by a loving husband and Master is now available for weekend use by those desiring a fully compliant, service-oriented slave with no limits, an unbelievable sexual appetite, and a huge pain tolerance." "Apply to this add with proof of your abilities and references that are checkable."She had no idea that Master was in the final process of selec...

Luxuriating in what would be an otherwise horrible experience for most, she kneeled on her hard wooden perch, bound, tied, and gagged. Her only clothing was a severe leather waist-cincher that had a strap running from front to rear, firmly holding a pair of very large dildos in her ass and pussy. Her muscles screamed from lactation caused by the arm-binder that stretched her shoulders to near breaking.  The leather neck-c...

Thank you for everything I never thought possible. Thank you for instilling great strengths in me That I didn’t think existed. Thank you for making me feel valued When I felt I had no worth. Thank you for caring for me When I never thought anyone ever would again. But most of all, thank you for allowing me to love you, Because I truly do, and always will.

It’s a late Friday evening in August as I lie back in bed, naked under the covers sipping bourbon on ice while listening to the occasional traffic through the open window in my bedroom. While time has passed since I last wrote, very little has changed between Grace and I except that we’ve grown closer together, indifferent to the views of society. Our relationship is not conventional but we’re both doubtless that it works...

Fences I build fences. I wall myself in And protect. I build fences. And with each day, week, or month That you are gone, My barrier grows stronger, impregnable. I build fences. You show up and try to enter, And find a fortress. I build fences. You knock, pound, and ram, And are told to move on, Yet you do not. I build fences. You slowly make your way through And find my damaged and untended heart. I build fences. You do...