I paced in the gigantic living room and came to a stop near the almost full wall window overlooking the city. She had a million-dollar view of the skyline and the harbor beyond. It almost distracted me from what was happening to my life for a brief second. Thinking back on everything that had happened to me since Friday afternoon, I realized I was exhausted, physically, and mentally. Two late nights in a row with a super...

Strong fingers lace with mine as we amble beneath the oak canopy along the woodland track. The breeze carrying vestiges of the lazy summer – our summer – ruffles the tiny fair hairs on the back of my hand. Hairs that he's brushed so often, my sharpened senses respond automatically, pulse quickening. The serenity is absurd compared with the firestorm of passion that has raged unchecked throughout his secondment. It can't e...

The moment I hear the strike of the match against the box I know I'm in more trouble. The whoosh of oxygen racing to fuel the flame. The fizz and crackle as it catches. The flicker that the blindfold makes impossible to perceive, yet my mind sees anyway. I struggle. Rope bites my wrists behind me. Gnaws the swell of my breasts, and flesh of each thigh bound to its calf. Intricate, showy knots, I expect, his firm loving gu...

She’d set me before a floor length mirror so that I could watch her work. It was fascinating in its way.  The blue strands of rope contrasted nicely against my exposed flesh.  She’d positioned me so that I sat on my heels, my knees spread wide, wider, wider, until muscles strained with the effort.  She started with my thighs, attaching them to my calves, the rope forming figure eights, pressing the upper and lower halves...

The insistent buzz of the toy accelerated, tearing through my pussy and taking my breath away. I writhed against the bonds, knees scissoring, knots forming inside my belly like those that secured my wrists behind the wooden chair. I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache that had threatened to rip me in two for what seemed like hours. Rope bit into my ankles as I twisted against the chair legs. He ease...

The trapdoor creaked open with the heavy resistance you would expect of a door long hidden. Jenna peered down into the dark room below. The smell of dust and stale air rose up to meet her, laced with something a little sweeter. The inky blackness of the room covered the bottom of the step ladder. It looked very much like a secret room someone forgot about.  This was her first time in this building, and it was only by chan...

The cold wind howls against this wintery night. The beautiful wreaths adorn the street lamps with their festive cheer. Even with the nights icy chill, people mill about searching for the perfect gift. Not my master though, he’s given me the most spectacular gift this evening.   I can hear the warm crackle of the fireplace, feeling its soft caress against my bare skin. A delicate black hood eclipses my face. I reach out fo...

What first stirs me awake from my light doze on the tanning chair is the tug on the string holding my bikini top, the knot coming undone and the fabric falling loose from my breasts. When I open my eyes you're already leaning over me, a devilish smirk on your lips as you kiss me softly, your legs comfortably straddling my thighs before playfully tensing to lock my thighs tightly between them.You say nothing as you break t...

Her shoulders ached as they strained against the bonds. Her hands twisted in the cord loops attached to the headboard of the bed. The crop came down across her spine and she yelped, squealing like a pig when the crop came down on her ribs several times in quick succession.  "Does my little lady need a gag?" His voice was teasing, soft and hard and a little menacing. She arched her back against his stomach and he held his...

Catrina sat in the corner of the coffee shop and glanced furtively around her. Her laptop was in front of her, a word document open. The last sentence stared back at her, tauntingly. “And then he seized her, his hands plunging up her shirt and roughly grabbing her breasts.” She had been hung up on this line for some time now and was hoping the change of scenery would help her move past it. The stories she usually wrote we...

“That’s it…take it…you fucking bitch! Just like that…yes!” Michael’s head is thrown back, his eyes rolling up as the woman at his waist sucks his cock. His hand is wrapped in her hair, jerking her head back and forth harshly as he thrusts deep into her throat. He is close to cumming and his rhythm is thrown off, but it doesn’t matter. He is going to cum in this slut’s mouth. “Yes!” He growls. “Just like that you dirty slu...