Her Humiliation “Hurry up,” I jeered, smacking Corey’s naked ass sharply as she struggled to haul her husband's guitar amplifier across the gravel driveway. “My shower awaits me.” Corey, my usually domineering, pain-in-my-ass landlord, had just confided in me a secret: she longed to be dominated. Not all of the time, but whenever she reached a major life milestone. And preferably by an older, unattractive man. Corey was p...

When I had calmed down, Master and JJ released my legs and my wrists and helped me from the table. Master put his robe back on and JJ pulled his sweat pants up. Then the two of them sat on the couch along one wall of the Haven, and Master had me kneel, still naked and sweaty, on the floor, facing them. “Well, JJ, what did you think of that?” JJ looked at me silently for several seconds, and I could see a combination of pl...

“Dad?” I heard his son’s voice and looked up at my Master. He must have heard it too, but his eyes remained closed. “Dad?” There was a knock on the door. Grabbing my long blonde hair, Master pushed his cock deeper into my throat. “Come in, son.” My squeak of surprise was lost around the meat in my mouth. We had talked about what was going to happen today, but I had not expected JJ to be invited into the Haven, my Master’s...

Tim Angela came into the motel room we were still sharing with a twinkle in her eyes. “Hi, Daddy,” she said gaily. “Hi, sweetheart; how was your day?” “It was great, Daddy. I saw Josh again, and we … we made love again at his house.” “Was it good for you?” “It was great, Daddy, really wonderful.” “Then I’m happy for you, sweetheart. I was hoping you and Josh would like each other, and I guess you really do.” She thought f...

“Hello?” “Hello, is this Pamela?” “Yes.” “This is Robert.” “Oh, God.” “Is something wrong? Is this not a good time for me to call?” “No, this is fine, you just caught me by surprise.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, it’s just … it’s your voice.” “My voice?” “Yes, it’s so … seductive.” “Are you sure you’re all right? You sound distressed.” “I don’t think distressed is exactly the right word.” “What is the right word?” “The right wor...

It was Friday afternoon around three o’clock when heard my doorbell ring, and I went to answer it wearing a lace-up white top over a bra, tight denim shorts, and leather sandals. When I opened the door my favorite nephew, Ari, was standing there holding a duffel bag. I looked around him and waved to my oldest brother, John, and his wife, Stacy, who were in their car in my driveway. They waved back, then drove away for the...

“I want to watch you make my wife your slave!” Well, sure, I thought. An ad in iambic pentameter, no less. I’ll be right over. Personals can be fascinating. After scanning them for a while, a reasonably knowledgeable reader develops a keenly-honed sense of whether an ad was posted by a clueless wannabe, pathetically exercising fantasy dreams behind the anonymity of a keyboard, or a sincere, often lonely, occasionally desp...

The following Friday evening I again sat down with Johnny. He looked nervous. “Are you ready for this?” I asked him. “I think so,” he said with a tremor in his voice. “Don’t just think so,” I cautioned him. “You have to know so, you have to be confident. You’re going to be the Master, so act like it. Don’t ask, just tell her what you want her to do. Understand?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” He was wearing jean shorts, a polo, and sa...

I was at my favorite position, to the right of the stickman, at the craps table in my favorite casino. My long-time Significant Other/submissive was at home, as she usually was on the Friday evenings when I played craps; the game was only open on Friday and Saturday evenings. It was fairly early in the evening and the table wasn't crowded. A woman came up to the table and took the spot next to me. I noted absent-mindedly...

I was still euphoric when I awoke the next morning. The scene I’d had with Jason the night before had been magical. It was the second time we’d played, he’d used a combination of pleasure/pain sensations to give me a wondrous experience, and the connection I’d felt with him had been more than just physical. I knew he’d enjoyed our play, but I also knew he was in a relationship that wasn’t going to end, so I was determined...

I was both nervous and excited as I raised my cell phone, brought up Jason’s contact information, and initiated the call. I felt a sudden tingle up and down my body when I heard his voice say, “Hello?” “Hello, Sir, this is Jill. I hope you don’t mind me calling you; Sam gave me your number.” It was through Sam, my sister, that I’d met Sir. I listened anxiously until I heard him say, “No, Jill, of course I don’t mind. What...

It really is a small world. I hate to do poorly at anything, even when lack of knowledge or experience is the real culprit. Once in a while, I get lucky; as in the book Replay or the movie Groundhog Day, I get a second chance, the opportunity to correct an earlier fumble. U.S. 17 is a hypotenuse that bypasses the DC metro-area gridlock to the west, so it carries a lot of traffic between Interstates 95 and 81. The stretch...