Show your Lines

“Put it on.”

A flash of black flying through the air, and then, there in my hands, a blind fold. Play time. Mmmm yes, I so love play time.

Lickety split, I covered my eyes, making sure I couldn’t peek, turning my head, this way and that, trying to peer beneath the fold of fabric and failing. I wouldn’t want to be caught cheating.

“Kneel.”

I carefully kneel, my knees pressed painfully into the hardwood, my ankles crossing behind me in an attempt to take the pressure off them. I hate kneeling on the hardwood floor. I growl a little, daring to snarl. He laughs at that and I almost flinch to hear it. (more…)

She wandered through the house feeling restless and bored. All her work finished. She had taken advantage of the quiet earlier in the day and napped.

Now she was wide-awake.

Picking up a book, she found she did not really have the concentration for it. Sighing she put it down and decided to take a chance and call him at the office. This was some times risky and she knew not to call him if it was not important. Reaching for the phone, she came up with an idea for something to do, as well as be a legitimate excuse for calling him. Either he will let her do what she wanted, or perhaps he will be motivated to get home a little quicker. Secretly she hoped it was the latter. It was not as if she really wanted to go do more work this late at night. Dialing the number, she did not realize she was holding her breath until he answered. (more…)

She looked again out her car window. The bar was still there just like the last time she looked. The question was still there too. Was she going to go inside? She had never done it before. Thought about it but never even come this far. She was not certain despite having driven an hour from her home. If she was going to do it, she certainly did not want to be recognized.

Looking down at her outfit, she was still surprised that she had the guts to even drive out of the garage. Black pretty much described her outfit. Black stiletto heels covered her feet in black stockings. A tight black skirt came down to mid-thigh. And a black leather vest that pushed up her already nice breasts, showing a fair amount of pale skin. A striking silver necklace and silver earrings set off the outfit, each accented with a silver spike. Her black hair was pulled back She felt like she hotter looking than ever before in her life. But still, she was undecided as to whether or not to do anything about it. (more…)

They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting.

She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned.

He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command.

“Aren”t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly.

“Yes, little one, but you know the rules.”

“Well that doesn”t make any sense, Master,” she argued. “Why would I take off all my clothes and boots just to put them all back on again to go back outside?” (more…)

I had been corresponding with a woman I met online for some time. We”d exchanged emails, each one hotter, darker and more intriguing than the last. They were so erotic, that I could feel the heat they generated run thru my body and the ensuing inferno was keeping me awake at night.

All I needed to do was imagine a line or a reference that the woman, Tawny had made and my cock would spring to life faster than a red convertible could fly down the highway.

I wanted to meet and yes, fuck my fantasy woman but she always put me off. I thought it might be that the things she had revealed to me about herself were lies, hell; I knew I had stretched the truth a bit or maybe it was due to outside constraints, like work or family obligations. (more…)