He pulls my lead and throws me over the table. "I'm going to spank her and fuck her," he announces, telling the room what a slut I have been. His hands strike my bottom firmly and my tears fall. Pushing my buttocks apart, he rams his big cock deep into my wet pussy, pounding so hard that I jolt on the table. Finally he climaxes and empties himself into me with a groan. He leads me to the corner of the room. Facing the wal...
Gail and I married in 1975, she was twenty-five and I twenty-nine, and a year later we purchased our first home. We continued to see David and Susan frequently and enjoyed many sexual adventures, varied scenarios and erotic role play. At the time we never thought much of it but looking back now we enjoyed a lot of sex yet still talked about adding others, both couples and males to our foursome but we never managed to achi...
Sarah's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she strode through the museum's grand hall. The echo reverberated off the high ceilings, accompanying the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She was here on a mission: studying ancient Greek sculptures for her art history thesis. As she rounded a corner, her breath caught in her throat. There, bathed in soft lighting, stood a magnificent statue of Adonis. The marble...
Of course, it’s going to hurt. It wouldn’t be effective if it didn’t now, would it? Marla shook her head. She was forbidden to speak and wouldn’t dare make this day worse than it was proving to be. Of course, she was the one who had asked for this day, actually dared him to do this day. Bet you’d break before I did if you ever got the guts enough to give me a whole day of punishment! Lately, you've been all talk and no ac...
“Say it again!” he demanded. But I couldn’t answer, as his fingers slid through my slick, swollen folds, plunging inside my tight cunt. I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside, the very tips rubbed against that glorious bundle of nerves. Grinding against his hand, my need peaked. “Don’t make me ask again,” he growled, claiming my lips, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers. Pressing...
It takes me several weeks to recover from the extreme session Virginie put me through. These days of convalescence allow me to reflect on my situation and my true personality. I know I'm capable of accepting a certain level of pain and even enjoying it, I don't hide from it. However, it's not my deepest nature to submit to someone, to accept their dominance and suffer their torments. Whenever I close my eyes and let my mi...
Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, especially when she has that urge to be totally possessed by the man of her dreams. Omar had been ignoring me for weeks. Okay, he was really busy with work, but he promised to be my dominant and as such, he has a certain responsibility, right? I figured it was time to remind him of that. To begin, I packed a backpack with some of our favorite toys and supplies. Then, I carefu...
I felt conflicted as I rode the elevator to Roger's office. Meeting him in his private office was a departure from the usual boundaries I set for myself, and I couldn't shake the guilt that crept in. Our flirtatious interactions never crossed the line, but meeting him in his office felt like a step further into forbidden territory. As the elevator bell chimed, I jumped in surprise, realizing I was on Roger's thirtieth flo...
At first there was total darkness... Then she felt him lower her onto the cool table. It was so hard under her back that she knew this wouldn't be comfortable. Annie didn't want comfort and though he was easy with her moments ago, she knew things were about to change greatly. She remained perfectly still for him, for her Master, able to hear the chains above her head jingle some as he prepared them. He then took her left...
Life can be cruel. It has been to me. "Fuck," I grumbled to myself as I nosed my aging car into the driveway of the garage apartment. Corey, who I privately dubbed the Evil Half, was home. She earned this title because, to me, she embodied pure evil. Half my age and half my size—four feet eleven inches and ninety-seven pounds—she was a total pain in my ass. She had the biggest case of a Napoleon complex I had ever seen in...
I was having a long day at work, before the blissful long night that would soon come. I am mentally drained and exhausted. My clients and co-workers are all being an extra pain in my ass today. My love is at home. As I open the door, I see her kneeling as she waits for me. I reach down to pet her as I whisper, “Hi, honey,” before pulling her up, kissing her soft lips, and caressing her body. I lead her to our bedroom, the...
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...
I’m the female product of a marriage between an Indian mother and an English father. My parents divorced when I was seventeen and I stayed with my mother until I was nineteen. I remained at school and got a couple of A-level passes before joining the local office of a major insurance company. At school, I was nominally a Christian (to my mother’s annoyance). As I grew up, my mother became more and more frustrated by the E...
My improbable adventures in sexual domination started completely without warning, on a Saturday night a couple years after college. I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, with my arm around my best friend, Rachel, who was sobbing into my favorite Renaissance Faire cloak. “This is pathetic,” she said, sitting up, blowing her nose, and putting her glasses back on. She had done this three times already — said something...
“Mr. Carlson, please. Please don’t make me,” begged Lily pathetically. They were both in her supply closet, minutes before class was set to begin. “Now, now,” scolded Tyler, relishing his position of power, “You said it yourself. What is your number one job as an art teacher?” “To inspire my students,” said Lily, her voice muffled by the hands covering her face. “We both know that the painting unit you’ve been teaching ha...
