Compliance Stories

"Sex is about power." Unconvincingly she crosses her denier-clad legs, skirt ridden upwards to high thigh, glossed and manicured nail teasing at an imagined snag in the fine weave just above her knee. Her enfeebled, barely contained, lust lapping weakly against my skin. "Is that so?" One of us nibbles on a bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering unhelpfully, as a delicate flush of scarlet adds colour to blusher-decorated cheeks....

Smoking hot but lazy, Myshaa only skimmed the Code of Discipline and Conduct and misread an important word. Hence, the HR manager summoned her for violation reports of the Dress Code. Anxious to be disinherited, she sent an email to the Chairman-CEO-President, her father's bestfriend, convincing him that the manager was wrong, even including an attachment of her office OOTDs. He wasn't surprised by her scandalous attire a...

After several years of university, I decided it was time to leave study behind for a while and get a full-time job. Truth was, I hadn’t been too successful at uni and had switched courses on several occasions hoping to find the one that I’d really enjoy and apply myself to. But each time, it was the same. I’d be all enthusiastic for a few weeks and then I’d decide that partying was more fun and my studies would suffer. Pl...

I was slowly corrupting my girlfriend, breaking down her down. Her facade of innocence was eroding and had exposed her to experiences she'd never thought herself possible of thinking about before - let alone actually doing. It was a kind of power over her that was intoxicating - and like most people who attain power... we want more. Having her send me risque selfies had grown to often go braless. Having her remove her pan...

Disclaimer: This poem is only available on Lushstories. (C) iszofia 2010 - 2012 Lead me to the Velvet Room Dance me down the corridor Tell me your fantasies Fill my mind with reckless needs The enticement in your voice I want to hear Stand me in the candlelight Tie my arms above my head Spread my legs apart Lash my ankles to the floor Take off my clothes Take that silk blindfold Tie it gently on me Incite my blazing antic...

At 18 years old, I was just starting out in the ‘real’ world. After leaving home for university, I found myself in a vibrant and hectic environment. A place where I could lead the life I had always dreamed of. In previous years, I had squandered many opportunities , leaving my self confidence levels relatively low. Any romantic occasions would lead to disappointment on both sides as I grappled with demons that just wouldn...