I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. I know what you like and I know how to give it to you just the way you like it. I love that body and I'm gonna use it in a way you other guys don't. I know you're bored with the same type of fuck and you're looking for some new excitement and I plan to deliver it for you. So the one question I have for you is, are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy? Good, 'cause Daddy is ready to make...

"Almost perfect." Almost? King had been attending to Wench's nipples for close to an hour. This didn't include the previous hour of lovemaking they had enjoyed. He had decided that he wanted her nipples to be quite, QUITE, prominent throughout the evening when he would be entertaining his best friend, Prince. Normally, Wench's nipples were rather dainty, something she really didn't like about them. King, however, had told...

Dylan stripped me of my lingerie like a man unwrapping a gift. Though we'd been together almost six months, he still treated every intimate encounter as if it were our first time. "What do we have here?" Dylan grinned while lowering the strap of my pink babydoll. As soon as my nipple was exposed, he leaned to give it a teasing lick. His tongue quickly coaxed the peak to hardness. "You like that?" I murmured. Already, I wa...

Spring has sprung and with it new rules, especially since both Micah and Sophia had become lax during the winter regarding their roles as Master and Sub. Therefore, they both agreed that it was time for an update to the rules and a stricter adherence to protocol. Sophia prepared a pot of tea and placed that, matching cups and a plate of cookies on the table. Micah brought a pad of paper and a pen. By the time the pot was...

I’ve never wanted to be leashed. It’s on my Soft No list – something I MIGHT try, but with no guarantee I’ll want to continue with it. Somehow, even though in true BDSM fashion, I know the sub is leashed only with her or his consent, it just seemed demeaning to me. Nonetheless, Ard Ri’ requested that we try one evening – at home with just the two of us – a naked/leashing experiment. I trust him implicitly, so I agreed, kn...

When it comes to a party, Beverley Dawson is normally the one to organise things—being meticulous and logical in these things. After so much lost time due to the global pandemic, Beverley didn't need much of an excuse for going out and having a good time. As a thank you to the group for embracing her idea of the loft these past few weeks, she invited them all to attend one big bash there. She was optimistic about how thin...

Leap Day comes around only once every four years. One tradition associated with this rare day is that women are allowed to propose to men. Naturally, the tradition began long before women's empowerment, but as a submissive wife, I thought I'd follow this with certain enticing twists. First, I sent Sir a text explaining my idea and asking his permission to go forward. He immediately agreed. With that go-ahead, I began by s...

On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...

“90’s goth, I like it. Too many of these people are borderline emo looking,” she complimented, sitting next to me at the bar. “Ah yeah, thanks. I just prefer the look I grew up with.” I looked at my pair of Tripps and Anarchy boots. “Same, look.” She stood up, presented herself; black miniskirt, Mary Jane boots, flannel shirt and push-up bra. “You like?” “I do, you kinda look like Jane Lane.” I laughed. “I'll take that as...