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ExploringMySubmission

The Naughty School Girl

The headmistress will teach her a lesson

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...

ExploringMySubmission

Trained By A Lesbian Dominatrix

My Dom sends me to be trained by a lesbian Dominatrix and her slave

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...

Nekane_E

Tie Me Tight

...Diving deeper into myself

In the depths of our secret desires, a fire burns, Yearning, craving, as my body softly yearns. Bound by crimson ropes, a dance of pleasure and pain, In your skilled hands, I'm consumed, my senses aflame. Amid a world that casts judgment and fear, We create our own haven, where our fantasies steer. Your touch ignites me, each knot pulls me in, A tapestry of submission, where our passions begin. Tie me tight, with ropes of...

Nekane_E

Prelude

My exploration and self-discovery memories

August 6 2023 Dear Diary, Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that I have decided to share with you, my most trusted confidant. My name is Nekane, and at 36 years old, I find myself standing at a crossroads where my past meets my present, and my heart battles with desires that I've long kept hidden. Born and raised in Andorra, my upbringing was rooted in the traditions of a high-class conservative C...

2bespanked

Daphne Challenged!

A reader of one of my recent stories questioned some aspects of a particular hairbrush spanking and actually sets up a re-creation of the scene, both intrigued and eager to prove a point!

They were both writers of erotic stories who’d recently started submitting stories to a website that provided an outlet for their creative and fantastical tales as well as a source of such arousing stories for those who only read them. Another commonality between them was their stories showed a strong interest in impact play; spanking, straps, paddles, and hairbrushes, as foreplay and punishment and while his stories were...

Alectashadow

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter Three: A Victor's Light

With their lives changed, Alia and Zainab revisit the mall.

Alia stands before me in splendor, gleaming with what I can only describe as a victor’s light. She smiles so brightly that even under the ample lighting of the mall, she somehow manages to stand out. But it’s not a friendly smile. She twirls before me in her summer dress, holding a pair of heels she’s yet to try on, as I sweat and puff with the weight and bulk of bags upon bags of new clothes… Alia’s new purchases, of cou...

Alectashadow

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter Two: An End To Freedom

Alia and Anbar experiment with Zainab's submission

I’m in hell. I’m walking through Alia’s front door, and I’m in hell. And not in one of the nice circles, oh no. This entire evening has been a gradual, but unstoppable descent into my worst nightmares. I’m wobbly on my feet. My heels – which I hate wearing – have hurt my feet, my cocktail dress is a pallid imitation of Alia’s that only seems to emphasize rather than reduce our differences in wealth and status, and I’ve lo...

Alectashadow

The Thrill Of Defeat, Chapter One: A Spoonful Of Meekness

Zainab is hypnotised into meekness towards her rich friend.

“How do I look?” Alia twirls in a deep green dress before me, giggling for all the world like we haven’t spent most of the afternoon trudging through the mall. Still, I’m a good sport, so I give her a smile. “Very pretty, Alia.” God, I feel like I’m in the Say the line, Ralph! scene from The Simpsons. “You should try some of these dresses yourself!” Alia says, picking another dress to try out. “Come on Zainab, live a litt...

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Alectashadow

The Better Girl

Mel and Maddie wrestle for dominance - and for Brian.

As the pale light of a cold autumn midday filtered through the trees, I wondered how the hell it had come to this. I loved Brian, and he loved me. This was no passing infatuation: I’m talking about four, long happy years of smooth sailing together. How could they come under threat so suddenly? And as for Maddie, well, she was my… friend. Yes, my friend still. No matter what happened, how far we had drifted apart over the...

Alectashadow

The History Lesson

Professor spirals into her bossy assistant's control.

For the last five years I've held the chair of Korean History (Early Modern) at my university, which I consider the crowning achievement of my life. I'm the first woman to occupy this particular chair, in a field normally dominated by old men, and at the age of 35, I'm definitely not stopping here. The prospect of what I could accomplish in the future thrills me even more than the achievement itself. In case it wasn't obv...