Show your Lines

I sat on my knees resting back on my heels and I wait. Twenty or so candles burned behind me on my alter table. My body tingled with anticipation as I waited for him because I cannot see the door. My mind raced over how my body looked, hoping it would please him when he came. No make-up, my hair brushed back, underarms shaved and pussy shaved with just a small patch of hair above my clit, nails all clipped, breath minty fresh. I couldn’t have in no way have missed anything. I yearned to turn around and search for him but I know I must wait. For what seemed like many hours turned out to be only a few minutes. I felt his hand brush my hair and my body tensed, nipples getting hard in excitement. (more…)

*3. Instructions and a Revelation*

I prepared carefully that morning in accordance with the instructions I’d received from Ebb and Flo the previous evening … or rather, to be accurate, early that same morning.

I met Ebb and Flo in an internet chat room and they became my mentors; awaking in me an unsuspected submissive desire to be dominated. I think it was their absolute and more-or-less immediate assumption of authority, coupled with their equally unquestionable presumption of my obedience that led me to submit myself to them - quite alien to my forceful ‘workaday life’ personality where I was the one in control, and ensured that all my staff members were well aware of it. (more…)

Part 9.

Room service arrived, rolling in trays of food at noon. The four bodies disentangled slowly, drawn by the siren scent of coffee. Jerome went to the shower with his cup; he was joined moments later by Sandra. He was able to lift the slight girl like he did his own Rebekka; she squirmed against his hardness, thrashing and scraping his back. They both climaxed quickly; the previous night’s passions had kept both near the edge.

Coming out of the bathroom they saw Mandy and Rebekka sipping from coffee cups. The grins said they’d heard their lovers tryst in the bathroom; they were turned on. Sandra moved to the low table, rearranging the eight roses and putting an envelope down next to the vase. She went for coffee, wiggling her bottom, showing off the welts William had left two days prior. (more…)

In the morning you arrive at work. You go through all your routines. Get some coffee. Check in on a few people. Take paperwork to a few others and get a few needed copies made and assembled. In general, you spend the morning bustling around and finally head back to your office.

You close your office door and slide into your chair. Pulling up to the desk, you hear a muffled gasp and you look down by your feet.

There I am, bound and gagged, just as you left me. I am sitting on my knees, arms bound behind my back. A white blouse with the buttons torn away reveals a lacy sheer bra beneath. My short skirt is bunched up on my thighs. You smile and slide your chair in to begin your work. (more…)

“{Author’s Note: This story follows on from To Take Advantage Of A Friend. It stands alone, but might be more enjoyable after the other story}.”

Jane’s body lay taut and tense on her bed. Her forehead and chest gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, and her nipples poked chewingly at the ceiling. She had been close to orgasm for over an hour and was desperate to cum. But with both hands tied to her bed posts that choice was mine, not hers.

“You’re so ready, aren’t you?” I whispered, tugging lightly at Jane’s nipples. “But I know you like to hear my dark thoughts when you cum, don’t you? And most of all you like to hear about little sister Anne?” Jane’s head thrashed wildly. Yes? No? Or just make me cum? “You like to think about me fucking Anne’s tight little asshole?” Another thrash. “Imagine that. You watching my cock slide in. Out. In. Out. Anne’s poor little hole wrapped tight around it. Think of Anne’s face, Jane. The pain of being assfucked, the violation, but somewhere also in there the pleasure at being taken like that.” (more…)

I would never have thought it. I had known Jane eight years, and although she was cute-pretty - five nine, blonde, with a narrow boyish figure - we had never moved beyond low key flirting. Truth be told, despite her niceish looks she wasn’t that sexy. Too cold. So the possibility that, for a week, she would submit herself to my every whim and fancy, well it wasn’t even fantasy, because I had never considered the details of fucking her.

Then she screwed me over big time, a monstrous piece of selfish shitty behavior, that cost me money and even risked my career. A groveling e-mail followed, but my fury and disappointment led me to simply ignore it. For several months silence, then this e-mail: (more…)