For Eric all was darkness. He’d been dreaming of sunshine, a Cornish holiday from his youth. Vivid blue water of St Mawes’ bay, sunlight fragmenting on a thousand wavelets and dazzling the dreamer as he clutched his ice-cream cone harbour-side. Only, he was older now and Daniella Blanchford was seated with him on the bench, wearing a pale-yellow summer dress. She had sunglasses perched in her hair and ice-cream was spotti...

We were on the Cave and Basin trail in Banff National Park, Canada, on a beautiful Summer’s afternoon. I had just asked – ordered – Sara to take off her shorts, panties, boots and socks, so that all she was left wearing was one of my old t-shirts. It was much too big for her in some dimensions, yet its length barely covered her ass. She had been looking more and more uncomfortable with being almost naked in public, and I...

“Will you make me a promise?” he asks. "What am I promising?" “That if I ever push you too far, you will tell me, use your safe word.” "Of course, we already discussed this, didn't we?" "Yes, dear, we have. I just wanted to make sure as we explore further. You see, I want to spend far more time with you. More than the few weeks I have now.” “How much more time were you thinking?” "Oh, I don't know, until the moon catches...

"I love you, Master. I love you very much."… that what she had said last night as she was falling asleep. The words surprised him. He knew she had feelings for him - he had feelings for her as well. You can't have a relationship like theirs without developing strong feelings. D/s relationships are built on trust, honesty, loyalty, and respect. These things go hand in hand with deep caring and a measure of devotion. He und...

The next morning he woke before her and went in to shower and get ready for the day. After he took his shower and got dressed, he went into the kitchen and got the coffee going. He had just sat down to enjoy a morning cup of coffee when she came around the corner, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Good morning, slut! I was wondering if you were going to join the living today!" he said. "Sorry, Master… I guess I slept late...

Knees bent and legs wide open, Daphne Blake stared up at the white spotlights on the ceiling of VELMA’S BEAUTY SALON. The radio in the corner played an unsettling rock song but it had been turned down low enough to seem almost satirical.“Ready?” Velma asked.Daphne squirmed. “No!”She closed her eyes tight and sucked in a breath as the dark-haired beautician deftly pulled off the first wax strip.“Fuck!” Daphne gasped, bitin...

Communication is the key. I have heard that from so many people. Grandparents, parents, siblings, clergy, and friends. Communication is the key to a successful marriage. It must be true because so many people say it is true. When we started playing our games, the communication between Ashley and I vastly improved. We began to share more intimate thoughts, desires, and behaviors that we liked and disliked. Our topics began...