Carry Torres walked briskly down the sidewalk, her worn-out canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair was one of her most striking features—thick, black, and wild, framing her face in a way that drew attention. Her olive skin glowed faintly under the fading light, and her figure, though hidden beneath loose, shabby clothes, still hinted at the natural beauty she possessed. She wore an oversized grey hoodie that had see...

The Red Chair. I was at Jacci’s home one evening for a planned encounter. Jacci was 5’4” blonde, very attractive, a bit chubby with a big ass and huge 44DD tits with hyper-sensitive nipples, and my submissive slut. As a mature, divorced mother of two older boys and a working professional, Jacci had come out of a rough marriage and was exploring her submissive side when we met each other. I am 6’4” confident, dominant, and...

TEST RUN KISS. Keep it simple, stupid. A metal bar mounted on a pair of wooden support beams in the basement. Several steel rings that could be slid over it. A pair of padded leather cuffs that could be attached to the rings with carabiner clips. A step stool. Nothing sexy. Black yoga pants and a tee declaring me a ‘Cosmic Explorer’. Once the step stool was removed I hung about a foot off the floor. Helpless. Deciding to...

Rose sat in the window where any passer-by could see her. She wore a one-piece swimming costume. The council was funny about her sitting there naked apparently. Her card read, ‘You can treat me ruff if you pays me enuff.’ Sadly, Prostitute College does not teach spelling. Still, plenty of punters would ring her bell to enter the flat and to enter Rose too. The room had a picture rail and she displayed a nurse’s uniform, a...

I loved Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers and sweets. For gifts and surprises. Anticipation clung to my wet ivory skin as I stepped out of the hot shower. I hummed to myself as I shut off the water, grabbing a plush white towel. My excitement bubbled over as I dried my firm body and long, black hair. Besides it being Valentine’s Day, it was also the third anniversary of the day I met Trey, the love of my life. I didn’t ca...

‘These pills are fucking nothing! Knew he was a bull-shitter. Told you they’d be tic-tacs.’ ‘You said they’d be Rohypnol.’ ‘Then at least I’d be fucked!’ Tanya laughed at her own joke, the hilarity escalating as she realised her serendipitously-distasteful double-entendre. Such a big, dirty guffaw of a laugh – always uplifting – could throw you right up in the air. She jaunted off-kilter, bumping against Annie, who bounce...

A conversation overheard: “So, how’s that lazy daughter of yours?” “Patricia’s much better. She’s living with some guy, master chef, and he’s training her to keep a good house and her man happy.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah, she said he’s really cracking the whip; he’s got her slaving away, down on her knees a lot.” “Well, good for Pat.” “Yeah, but he must not be very bright.” “Oh? What makes you say that?” “He bought her a choker...

"Go stand in the corner. When I come over, you will pull your shorts down to your knees and put your hands up high, flat on the wall with your ass jutting out. I will then start the session. Your ass belongs to me tonight." Leeanna did as she was told. She was quivering because she knew this session would be challenging, but the submissive was determined to do her best. Her Dominant put four Peace Dollars beneath her thum...

You wrap your hands around my waist, your strong fingers digging into my soft full hips, as you pull me roughly against you. I tip my head back, reaching up to lock my arms around your neck, your 6’2” stature towering over my 5’5” frame. Half of your face is illuminated by the streetlamp outside my bedroom window, the other side engulfed in shadow, but the hunger in your eyes is unmissable. Our lips meet and we kiss as if...

Hello and welcome. This is a little story about my foray into BDSM. Firstly, it wasn’t my idea. I just need to get that out of the way from the start. It all began with my friend Mary. Her birthday was coming up and I asked if there was anything special she would like to do. If you haven’t read any of my previous stories, then you will have no idea who we are. Explaining now would take up too much time. Before I continue,...

Free me   Strip me of name Of clothing Of my good sense Touch me so that I can feel free Let your pleasure  be my pleasure   Free me I beg you Please So many hours Dressed in a mask So much make up and  propriety I want to be slutty  and free   I want  to be lascivious and lecherous I want to be that whore I want to be that  distraction I want  to pretend not to notice how the men’s eyes  And some women’s  follow me when...