I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. The room where I lay was dark, but I immediately knew I was alone. As my vision cleared, I remembered where I was. I was lying in Andrea's bed, the HR manager from my work. I thought back to the previous evening and everything that had happened, and I couldn't help but smile. Actually, I didn't know Andrea very well. She worked at the office where I was a receptionist. I estimate...

Rebecca's Office Rebecca sat in her office, her feet propped up on the desk, the wood creaking softly beneath her heels. Her short pencil skirt was slightly hiked up, revealing a glimpse of her lace stockings and the curve of her thighs. The white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of her lace push-up bra, strained against her firm breasts. Her lace thong lay discarded on the floor, a silent witness to her curr...

Friday EveningArrival at the Dominatrix House The drive to Isabel's house felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a shockwave of frustration through me, a reminder of the week-long denial I’d endured at my Dom’s command. My heart raced as I shifted in my seat, the tight black mini dress I wore clinging to my body, emphasizing the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve the relentless ache b...

The ladies were preparing for the big Halloween costume contest coming up in a few days. “I’m Sexy and I Know It” was the theme, and while this group was generally R-rated instead of XXX, the girls were going to push the envelope this year. Nicole was going as a Domme, and Haley, her slave. This was a relationship they had only dabbled in prior to this, in private and in real life. “You look divine,” exclaimed Haley, knee...

Within the hushed, polished corridors of the law firm, where ambition and power intertwine like the threads of a meticulously woven tapestry, Nekane moved with a purposeful grace. As a lawyer, her reputation was sterling, her intellect razor-sharp, and her command in the courtroom undisputed. Yet, beneath the surface of her professional demeanor, there simmered a potent desire for dominance that transcended the legal batt...

Under the spectral glow of a mischievous moon, Mistress Vera, cloaked in seductive obscurity, whispered ancient incantations to her enchanted pumpkin, casting a spell of sensuous mystery upon her submissive, Isla. Kissed by autumn’s chill, Isla, bound gently by silken vines, quivered under Vera's deliberate, teasing touch, her eyes reflecting both vulnerability and a dark, simmering desire. Each caress, a bewitching blend...

Chapter 10: Mummy’s Bedroom = We were in the kitchen after breakfast, washing up and tidying away, when Daddy called out to us. "Come to my office, babes." Unlike the previous day, we stood facing his chair while Daddy looked at us. "Turn around, then bend over, hands on calves." We obeyed our Daddy. I stole a sideways glance at Babaa; he gave me a quick look, grinned, and winked. I felt my skirt being lifted, and then th...

------------------------------ Ingrid yanked open a drawer, grabbed her strap-on, hurriedly fitted it to herself, then pushed my legs up to my shoulders. She rubbed the tip of the dong between my kitty lips, then shoved it home, hard, ramming it deep inside me. I squealed – but not too loudly. It had taken a lot of effort to get myself into this position. And I was determined to enjoy it. ~~~~~ I had carefully engineered...

In the realm where desire dances free, Two souls entwine in shadows' embrace, A symphony of silk and skin, As the art of Shibari finds its place. Mistress and submissive, an intimate pair, Creating a canvas of woven dreams, Ropes of silk caress the flesh, A tapestry of passion, so it seems. With tender hands, the knots are tied, A delicate dance of trust and care, The submissive's heart begins to race, As the Mistress' to...

In a chamber of desire, a scene unfolds, Where Mistress' power and beauty are extolled. Her leather-clad form, intricate and bold, Exposing her essence, a tale to be told. Naked I stand, save for my collar's embrace, Her commanding presence, my heart starts to race. She guides me to kneel, right down at her feet, With a firm tug on my hair, our passions meet. Leather-clad allure, openings that invite, My gaze finds her tr...

In shadows cast by dim-lit room's embrace, My Mistress's gaze ignites a whispered trace, "Have you heard tales of fields where desires roam?" She whispers soft, igniting curiosity's flame. Her eyes a dance, a beguiling riddle spun, Arousing whispers of the play yet to be done, A world unknown, where inhibitions shed, Her invitation lingers, to follow where she's led. Uncertainty trembles in my searching eyes, As Mistress...