Bathed in morning sunshine in her bathroom, Clare checked her makeup and hair in the wall of mirrored cupboards above her sink. Finding zero flaws, she moved to the full-length mirror to measure her hemline. The sharp senior executive in a black miniskirt suit met her expectations. It wasn't her bathroom; it was his. However, if occupation counted, she'd taken over. Living miles high in the sky for the past two weeks, onl...

Clare typed her address into Mark's sat-nav as he drove, his smooth Mercedes a quiet oasis for her thoughts. His tough tone and powerful strokes had driven her to a stream of incredible orgasms bent over his desk. She'd disrespected her well-earned formal punishment. Drenched in the afterglow, she'd welcomed his undeserved kindness. Eager to ride the storm of emotions he'd triggered in her, she'd invited him home for dinn...

STATEMENT OF JOHN ATKINSON 1 There are many advantages to turning eighteen but the one I was enjoying that fateful Friday evening was enjoying a legal pint and pool game or three at the local pub. When time was called, Geoff dashed for his bus while I nipped to the loo. As I was crossing the beer garden I heard raised voices, a woman’s voice: “I said no, I don’t think we’re suited –“ The voice sounded vaguely familiar. A...

Nadine and I had known each other slightly for years, our paths occasionally crossing in the smallish community we live in.  Not friends, really – just a casual conversation once in a while when we happened to meet.  And maybe just the slightest spark of something else, a hint of possibility not even tacitly acknowledged. Then one day coincidence brought us both to the same Thai place for a late lunch.  Very late, actuall...

Incongruous in his open-plan designer appointed penthouse, Mark's morning coffee mug rested on the dark oak dining table, FMI staring at him, blatant royal blue letters on his white china mug. He doubted many employees remembered the full company name. He'd been CEO of Fisher Malate Investments since he was twenty-five, earning tens of millions in salary, bonuses, and stock options. Reinvested by FMI, his massive investme...

Having spent a large chunk of the money he had inherited from his grandfather on a Cape Town mansion, Joe Parkinson discovered that he now had a rich person’s problem; keeping a mansion clean and tidy was a lot more work than doing so in a one-bedroom bachelor pad. His friends were imperfectly sympathetic, pointing out he could employ someone since he earned a decent salary at the power station and unlike them, he did not...

Kathy McGuire slowly worked her way through the list of roles she wished to apply for. There were not many for a newly graduated drama student. One seemed… interesting: “On-line reality show set in a simulated but fully authentic 50s Finishing School for young ladies to run for one month. Currently recruiting for students and teachers. Payment is by profit share. Send recent photo and application to  - ” An email address...

Chapter One: The soft evening Nashville breeze is a welcome change from the Wyoming winds I have dealt with for two months.  I smile and take in a deep breath as I step out of the baggage claim and out onto the sidewalk looking for my Uber.  Dusk is just fading into the night sky as I approach my Uber.  I am dragging two large suitcases, so I ordered a Tahoe.  Once I have loaded the bags and my backpack into the back, I s...

Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of th...

On Thursday morning over breakfast, my wife casually mentioned. “I will keep Saturday free as you will be sore from your spanking tomorrow. Remember Mistress wishes to see you shaved she does like a very bare bottom to punish.” It has been a month since my first visit to my Mistress. I knew my wife would be writing a letter detailing my behaviour over this time. Although I had started with the best of intentions, I knew I...

She sat in the blue velvet chair of the swanky apartment complex lobby, comparing every man who came through the door against the picture she had committed to memory. It was important that she saw him before he saw her.  She always chose legs or cleavage – never both. After all, she didn't want to broadcast her particular occupation. Today, she chose legs. Her high-neck dress was just short enough to showcase her shapely...

Last night, while my wife was riding my cock on our kitchen sofa, trying to get me to cum, I told her to stop. I had plans for tomorrow. She reluctantly slowed down, about to get up, I was quickly turned her around and pulled her back, sliding into her. I started rubbing her clit while telling her my idea for the next day. She came almost instantly. You see, my wife is quite the exhibitionist, even though she rarely admit...

For a while, I had a boyfriend who had two tongue rings -- a barbell in the back and a ring on the tip. He was the type of guy who, when he filled out a job application, he answered the question "What are your hobbies?" with "Cunnilingus" and a hand-drawn winky face. He could twist his tongue sideways in either direction, then flick it back and forth like a demented snake. He loved to show off how he could twist a cherry...