Show your Lines

“This story occurs a couple of days after “Dominate her? His Pleasure’ and includes the same characters…”

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Click. It was two days since he had teased and tormented her, and she hadn’t spent those days idly. He let out a low moan as she lightly ran her tongue up his cock; not an unusual way to be woken, as she loved giving head and he always slept naked. He started to move his hands to caress her hair, slowly coming out of his slumber, when he felt the handcuffs that by now had secured him to the bed. This unexpected turn of events meant that he was fully awake and alert in no time. Read the rest of this entry »

Standing there, RJ looks out over the city from high above fingering his coffee cup. It is very early and still dark; the city lights will soon fade, as the morning sun will come up. He looks over his shoulder across the room and sees his lovely new assistant still sleeping and smiles as he know that today is going to be a very long day for her. A bit disappointed that she is not already up according the instructions he left on the laptop. He made it clear that it takes a lot to run a corporation this big, and the day starts very early. In fact it started 30 mins ago and it was now 4:30 am. He shakes his head and sets his coffee down and picks up his handcrafted ash cane and walks with purpose towards the bed. Read the rest of this entry »

She knelt by the front door, waiting for him to return.

He had called about 30 minutes ago, informing her that he would be home soon and instead of her usual greeting, he wanted her naked, kneeling with her head down, hands clasped in front of her, when he returned home.

After he had called she had undressed as she was told, darting into the bathroom for a quick spin in the mirror, she liked looking at herself, she”d worked extremely hard to get the body that she had now. She also liked to make sure that there were no imperfections that perhaps she hadn”t noticed earlier for some reason. She had thought casually while standing in front of the mirror whether or not he”d be upset at her for admiring her body. She wasn”t sure, but she didn”t really think so. Read the rest of this entry »

Circling her, stopping every so often to test the firmness of her flesh through a light slap, a caress, He watched her. Memorized her inch by inch. And as He circled her, she felt the color rise to her skin, staining her pink from the very tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

In her minds eye, she could see what He saw. But where she envisioned herself lacking, He did not. Yes He saw the flaws, and yes He was aware of all that she fervently wished were covered, but the whole of her, all which made her her was what He loved most. Every imperfection just a piece of the puzzle that, put together, made her the woman He loved. And He photographed her thus; her arms bound tightly in His leather cuffs, breasts thrust forward, the pink tips begging for His delicious torment; her head bent slightly down. And this, combined with the fire she hid behind her eyes, was how He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this woman would submit all to Him. With everything she had; her fire, her drive, her passion, she turned it all over to Him. Read the rest of this entry »

She was sitting at the bar having a drink, her head pounding from the night before, when she had had too much to drink. She was slowly nursing her drink, hoping it would cure her hangover. The bar was is noisy, with people talking all around her. At first, all the voices blended together, nothing special. She sipped her drink again, and then she heard it, a soft, deep voice, cutting through the sea of other voices, finding it’s way to her.

Instantly, her body reacted, a warm wave of pleasure rushed through her. She looked around, tried to pinpoint the location of the voice, but no one looked familiar. She sighed, took another sip of her drink, and then got up. Wanting to be alone, she moved to the only empty booth at the back corner of the bar. She sat down. Sipping her drink again, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and suddenly there was the voice again. Read the rest of this entry »

She had awoken that morning, from an intensely erotic dream, to find she”d been blindfolded and bound hand and foot to her bed. For years she had fantasized about being taken against her will, helpless to resist, forced to comply with whatever dark and devious acts her attacker might desire. She”d never dreamed her lover would be the one to make her fantasy real. But lying there face down on the bed, she reflected that he”d already made quite a head start. In almost no time at all, his skillful hands and tongue had reduced her to a practically speechless state; quivering, moaning, begging for a release he had so far withheld from her. Read the rest of this entry »

“WARNING: This story contains serious pain and sadomasochism. If that is not your thing, please find another story.”

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Tarron regained consciousness slowly. His mind was fogged from the tranquilizer dart that had brought him down. He became aware of pain in his joints and wrists, tried to curl and realized that his arms were tightly bound above him, body hanging. His eyes felt heavy but he forced them open with a groan.

At first the world was a gray blur. It cleared and focused into a stone-walled room lit with candles. A woman lounged on a bench in front of him, mouth twisted in a wry smile. The wall behind her was lined with sharp implements, whips, canes and several leather corded devices at whose purpose Tarron could only guess. He glanced down and saw his own naked body, tightly muscled and stretched taught between chains on his wrists and ankles. Read the rest of this entry »

I awakened with my sweet little Jan curled up next to me sleeping like a baby. She looked so innocent and yet so very sexy laying there with her red negligee bunched up around her waist, exposing her sweet pussy and large breasts. I had a difficult time keeping my hands off her, but I waited because I had much bigger plans for her today. After I showered and slipped on my black robe I woke her then I told her to bathe and prepare herself. I left her a soft white robe and red fuck me heels to wear and told her to come down to breakfast in exactly one half hour. Read the rest of this entry »

In the morning the Marquis comes to my chambers. He is obviously upset at the previous night’s activities. The black man had overstepped his boundaries and gone against the will of the Marquis. He was disposed of swiftly and replaced by a new black stud that would attend to me and others like me during dinner.

“Dear, dear. Gwen. Your cunt must be given time to heal. It has gone through a great deal during the last twenty-four hours. Therefore, it will not be violated again except by direct orders from me. Have no fear, my dear, you are in good hands. However, this does mean that your other natural openings will be receiving more attention. Don’t you agree, my dear?” Read the rest of this entry »

*Chapter45, Candy Finds Her True Calling*

Candy was caught daydreaming. She was thinking about all of the sexual things that she had seen being done to a male, restrained and resisting males, on the Internet. Her eyes began to glaze over as she paged through her catalog of ’saved’ mental images. They all seemed to be in pain, but that image was altered as soon as she remembered the copious spurting that their cocks were doing as a result of the so-called pain. Is it really pain if they cum? She had debated that in her mind for several years. Now she was standing in a locked room, a male that was restrained and resisting and she was the one that was enjoying the inflictions. It could only get better. Even Toni was surprised at how easily Candy had forgotten that she was totally nude and her arousal becoming so obvious. Candy seemed oblivious to her own sexual secretions. Read the rest of this entry »