The Fifth ChallengeAs we transitioned to the next challenge, the air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation. My Dom's eyes gleamed with a new level of sadistic amusement, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It's time for the next challenge, you desperate little sluts," he said, his voice dripping with menace. Andrea and I were still in the 69 position, with Andrea on top, our bodies still slick with the remna...

The Fourth ChallengeAs we recover from the intense frustration of the last challenge, my Dom steps forward, his eyes gleaming with a new level of sadistic amusement. “It’s time for the next challenge, you desperate little sluts,” he says, his voice dripping with menace. We are both still dripping wet, our pussies slick with a mixture of saliva and our own natural lubrication from the previous challenge. The air is thick w...

The Third Challenge As we remain in the 69 position, our bodies still trembling and slightly out of breath from the torment of our near-orgasm experiences, the air thick with the scent of our arousal, my Dom begins to explain the next challenge. His voice is laced with sadistic amusement, and his eyes flash with delight as he delivers the rules. “Since both your pussies are such a dripping mess,” my Dom begins, his voice...

The Second Challenge As we both try to catch our breath, my Dom steps forward, his commanding presence filling the space as he begins to explain the next challenge. “For the second challenge,” he starts, his voice calm yet laced with cruel anticipation, “you will position yourselves in a 69 position, facing each other’s dripping wet little pussies.” His smirk widens as his eyes flick between us, savoring the flush of arou...

The Set-Up The room is dimly lit, as I’m nervously waiting. I'm kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but my white stockings with high heels, a lace collar around my neck and my princess plug nested deep inside my tight little asshole as a constant reminder of my submission to my Dom. I’ve never done anything like this before, and everything feels so new—so foreign, yet intoxicating. I’ve only recently begun to learn wha...

When my pager went off, I was upping the ante, holding three deuces and an ace. The other guys around the table stared at me, bewildered. Our Friday night poker game didn’t have many rules, but the one rule we stuck to was no interruptions—pagers were to be muted or left in the other room. Whoever was calling had enough clout to get around the do-not-disturb function. "Stan, this is Lady Scarlet. You know who I am and whe...

"Writers! Read your sexy short story to me for a chance to win an extraordinary prize!" When Ollie read the flyer posted on the community notice board, he laughed out loud. It was one of the more creative uses he had seen for the local facility. As someone whose imagination often led him to write erotic pieces, Ollie was amused to discover that there was a mischief-maker named Claudia living in his neighborhood. However,...

Entering the competition had been a spur of the moment decision and although Becky didn't need the lure of a prize to be inspired, she had decided to make the next story she wrote suitable for submission. Becky's disappointment at her lack of creative ideas found her discussing it on the forum she used that was for fellow authors of erotic fiction. Those she exchanged messages with included some who she regarded as good f...

Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat? “Hey, I’ve forgotten my key…” Rat-a-tat-tat! “Hurry up little whore—" Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! “Get your bloody arse into gear and open the front door.” “So sorry, Miss. I can’t.” “For fuck’s sake, whyever not. These groceries aren’t getting any lighter.” “Following orders, Miss. Sorry.” “What … Whose?” “Yours, of course, Miss.” “Never ever suggested not letting your Mistress into her own apartment.” “Sorr...

*CRACK* The cue ball strikes the one ball a few millimeters left of center, scattering the tightly-packed triangle of colored spheres in all directions. Alicia’s clipped-up strawberry-blonde bobbed hair, as well as the C-cup breasts cradled in her low-cut, cap-sleeved top, bounce in sync with the two slight hops of the cue ball. Her follow-through has the tip of the cue hovering above the center of the table as the cue ba...