Show your Lines

You have stripped naked

and put on the collar

and the leather cuffs

wrist and ankle -

leaving the key for me on the table by the door

you have put on the blindfold

and then knelt

head down, ass up

legs slightly apart -

cunt and ass facing the door I will enter

knowing the first thing I will see

is that ass I use so much

and your pretty cunt

swollen

already dripping

in anticipation

You wait

You know how much I enjoy our time together

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They left me alone on the bed again, same as the last time, finishing their beer’s and retrieving another, giving me time to recuperate.

I heard Rick say, “Let’s use this one next.”

“Do you think she can handle it?”

“We might have to work it in slow, but I think so.”

I shuddered.

Jared said, “Ok. Lets bring this one too.”

This one too, oh shit.

Now I saw what Rick held in his hand. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen. It was a shiny, jet black dildo. It looked to be at least 12 inches long and was as thick as my arm. My God, I wasn’t sure if I could take something that huge. If I could it would be the largest thing I’d ever had by far. I watched as Rick lubed it up. Read the rest of this entry »

Master James was only in the States on business, and was due to fly back early the next morning. When he had a planned a free day sight seeing in San Francisco, he had no idea that his last day was to be spent with a wonderful new submissive, the manager of an exclusive restaurant just down the coast.

Stephanie was learning fast. She was learning that she loved being dominated, that she was, at her core, deeply submissive. At the same time, she was discovering the joy of learning to express that submission to a Dominant who knew how to cultivate and cherish her true nature. Read the rest of this entry »

“Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.”

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Tina wrote a story called Taming the Teach. It was very embarrassing to me when she published it on the internet. However, it wasn’t half as embarrassing as having to write this. Having to put into my own words what happened next.

I can’t believe what I did that night. I can only say that person wasn’t me. According to what Tina wrote, I was tied up and didn’t have a choice in the matter. I wish that was the case, however, when she grew tired of fucking me with her dildo, she undid my bonds. When she our sweaty exhausted bodies collapse entangled on the bed. We kissed and then I began to get aroused again. What can I say other than I had a lot of lost time to make up for. While she lay on her back, I voluntarily mounted the pink dildo. Read the rest of this entry »

It had been “ages” since she”d been properly punished.

Busy, they”d just been so damn busy. It was tax time, they”d just remodeled two rooms in their home, there were serious extended family responsibilities, and lately, his soaring career was taking all of his attention.

After dinner each night it was always the same. Michael would work late into the evening, briefcase open, laptop carefully poised. She”d bring him a glass of Chivas, (she preferred wine) and then she”d amuse herself watching TV or reading a book. She would inevitably go to bed alone. Read the rest of this entry »

“(Before reading this installment, you should first read Sharing Dinner with a Friend)”

Candice, Brandon, and Mark all stepped into the lobby elevator. As the doors closed, Brandon turned to her and smiled.

“Did you enjoy that, my dear?” he asked.

Feeling guilty for the amount of pleasure it had brought her, she looked downward and nodded. Mark leaned into her, caressing her ass in his hands.

“Wait until you see what I’ve got in store for you,” he whispered in her ear.

The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor and an attractive man with salt and pepper hair stepped in. He smiled politely at them and said, “Nine, please.” Read the rest of this entry »

Emily was tired of the club scene, the same desperate people searching for some sort of connection. When her friend Patrick had called and told her he had a special treat for her, a new club he had found, she almost said no. Then he said something that piqued her interest.

“Wear that black lace cat suit you’ve got, with a black thong underneath it.” There was a strange tone in his voice that sent shivers through her body. She tried to shake it off. This was Patrick, her best friend. You weren’t supposed to get turned on by your best friends. Read the rest of this entry »

As the curtains opened, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows, Sir Richard Deveres started to stir, wakening slowly from his deep sleep. He lay quietly, smiling softly, thinking to himself

“Of course, it is Sunday, Serene is here for her weekly treatment.”

Serene was Reggie”s (as his friends knew him) submissive, who lived at the great hall with him. She was not normally permitted to enter the Master bedroom, but the Sunday morning thing had now become a ritual with her, a ritual that Reggie enjoyed immensely though. Read the rest of this entry »

8:37 Friday Morning.

She wakes to find a present next to her in bed. He had left for the office over an hour ago.

Sitting up in bed, she picks up the box and places it on her lap. She smiles. It is a black box with a blue ribbon. Slipped under the ribbon is a white envelope with “girl” written across the front.

Opening the envelope, she removes a simple white card. On the front is a handprint, done in black and blue paint. She brushes the tips of her fingers across the card and measures the hand against her own. It is a man’s hand. His hand. As she opens the card, two one-hundred dollar bills fall out onto her lap. Read the rest of this entry »

Wearing only her thin black leather O-ring collar and her favorite black crotchless panties, she crawled into the den. Although I noticed her entry at the edge of My peripheral vision, I continued scrawling notes concerning the redesign of a friend’s Web site, glancing back and forth between the screen of the laptop and the nearly-full page of the legal pad.

For quite some time, she knelt beside My chair, her back slightly arced to make her breasts more prominent, her wrists crossed behind her waist similar to soldier at parade-rest, her knees spread to about shoulder-width. This was not a “natural” position for her, and had taken some time for her to internalize. In recognition of her personal achievement, I petted her head as if she were a young puppy, then retracted My hand and renewed My focus on the redesign. Read the rest of this entry »