‘She’s ready,’ Donna the receptionist announces as she looks me over, her eyes fall upon my leather chaps, and a look of disdain crosses across her harsh features as she looks at my cock peeking from its chastity cage. She snorts, ‘Turn round, let’s have a look at your ass, see if you look better from the back because what I am currently looking at is quite pitiful to say the least.’ I turn and feel a rush at the way she...

Dreams can be soothing: a waterfall glen from your past that clarifies a problem. Dreams can be frightening: being chased, not knowing where you are or worse, who you are! And for many, Dreams can be sexy as fuck: bent over a park bench while your boyfriend’s dad rails you over and- ! Emma woke with a classic Hollywood nightmare gasp. Her heart was racing, her breathing was marathon runner worthy. She was sweaty and… oh g...

I slept so well that night. It wasn’t just the sex. I was truly happy for the first time in quite a while. Miss was the reason. For some reason, it felt really good to call her that. It had just popped out instead of Katherine. When asked if I knew my role, I didn’t even have to think. Yes was the obvious answer. I was a submissive beta woman and she was my alpha, my Mistress, my Miss. It felt so natural, so comforting. I...

I look to double-check the handwritten letter and make sure I am at the right spot. Yes. I am dressed exactly as commanded...stone grey colored pants that allow freedom of movement and blend in with the environment around me and and long sleeve green shirt that color of spruce needles that zips down the front. In the pockets, I have my favorite lubricant and my pretty stainless steel anal plug with a red heart gem. Undern...

Conner. Psst. Conner. Wake up. Don’t look so surprised. This visit has been a long time coming. Aww, you didn’t believe I existed? That spirits like myself existed? Well, come here and know me better! Look at me. Look through me, at the outlines of your bedroom ceiling. Are you satisfied with my realness? Good, I’m glad we’re settled on that. Yes, of course, you can feel my weight on top of you. My hands on your chest. I...

My dreams that night were restless, as was I. Images of being tied to the bench, of being helpless, of being fucked by Inga, of the redhead that had fucked the blond girl, Sarah, of my sister… they all paraded through my head. I am sure that, if I’d been able to I’d have played with myself in my sleep. When I woke, the sheets beneath me were wet and smelled of pussy. I had vague memories of waking, finding myself being sp...

The following week went much like the previous. We’d spent the evening just… talking. Again, about my interests but this time hers as well. She was dominant, obviously. She had a fetish for younger girls. Like me. “Have you ever… been… tied up and…?” I asked her hesitantly at some point. She simply laughed and shook her head. “No. I’m not a slut like you, baby girl. I like to watch girls like you defile yourselves for me,...

She texted me the next day. Direct and to the point. Loved our “conversation.” Looking forward to seeing you again in class on Thursday. Email addy, please. I replied immediately. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you. Promise to be on time. AmyCJansen2004@gmail. All of which was the truth. I had loved meeting her and our “conversation.” And I looked forward to… whatever was going to happen. No orgasms btwn now and then....

She opened the door with a glint in her eye, dressed in only a black silk robe knotted dangerously loosely and a pair of stay-up lace top stockings. ‘Wanna play a game?’ She took his hand and led him downstairs to the bedroom, where she immediately sank down onto her knees into the plush cream carpet. She looked up at him, her huge eyes pleading for what she had been waiting for all day. His lip curled into a smug smile....

Allie sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by a whirlwind of gift ideas, each one vying for her attention. Her husband Rogers’ 30th birthday was just around the corner, and she wanted to make it unforgettable. She glanced at the clock, feeling the pressure of time ticking away. “Okay, Allie,” she whispered to herself, flipping through her mental list. “He loves gadgets, but does he really need another one? What about so...