Show your Lines

I have to accept the blame. Tara and I had a good friendship. I knew she did not have normal relationships with men. She liked being the dominant too much for normal to be a part of her sex life.

She was five foot eleven inches tall and a bodybuilder so she carried herself at a muscular one hundred ninety pounds. I was five inches shorter and thirty pounds south of her weight. We made an interesting sight when we went out for a friendly dinner or to catch a movie.

Tara was heavy into the FemMuscle Dom scene and only dated smaller males she could throw around. Our comparative sizes and her sexual interests led to her mistake. (more…)

“The story continues, I truly hope you have enjoyed reading the previous chapters. My chapters can be read in sequence, but they also each can stand alone on their own. Please enjoy and let me know what you think by your feedback and voting.

Thank you, little-nymphe”

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After a long and stressful day at work it is finally time to head home. I look at the clock and gently shake my head. It sure seems later then it is. Standing up from behind my desk, I organize the stacks of papers and tidy up a bit. Smoothing my fitted black skirt down over my hips, and put on my black leather jacket. I grab my purse and happily exit the building. (more…)

Mistress Sheila grabbed my leash and led me toward her dungeon. It’s not easy moving quickly when on your hands and knees, and I scrambled after her trying not to delay her. I didn’t want to irritate her any further. We entered her dungeon, and she walked directly over to the wooden horse.

“Stand up,” she commanded. I stood tall, but Mistress was unhappy. She gave me a strong slap on my ass.

“Uh,” I grunted.

“Next time I ask something from you, I want you to hurry. You took far too long to stand up.” (more…)

It’s being shot from a stationary camera. As the tape begins, he’s standing next to and slightly behind her. She’s wearing a green dress, her head faced straight ahead, presumably looking over the bed and out the window on the far wall. The red and pink quilted comforter covers the bed. Two pillows, pink and blue are on the floor right at the bottom of the bed.

His right hand shoves her forward, she takes two staggering steps and she flops onto the bed, face first, her knees on the pillows. Her butt hanging over the edge of the bed. He stoops over her, removes his belt, and pulls her hands back behind her and ties them together quickly with the belt. He then quickly extends his left foot, gently forcing her legs further apart, into a wider, upside-down V. He removes a thin white cloth from the top of the bed, and he kneels down between her legs, tying first the right leg to the right leg of the bed, and then the left to the left. She remains passive, almost motionless. (more…)

You and I step toward the dance floor, both resplendent in black, one leather, one lace. Our necks show our positions: black collars on white skin. You walk out first, I hang back to watch you sway onto the floor, the rhythm taking you immediately. Then I smile back over my shoulder at our Masters, sitting, quietly watching and drinking and talking. My heels click audibly on the parquet, even over the throb of the music. The DJ is wonderful, picking just the right mix of sexy and hard to mold the dancers to his will and make them move as one sensuous body. (more…)

Sunday, November 10th

I woke up Sunday morning as a hint of sunlight broke through the window. I was still naked and still bound, but I was now alone and cold with no way to cover myself. I strained to listen to find if anyone was around, but I heard nothing. I looked over at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw that it was now 7:52 a.m. I called out to see if anyone was here, but no one answered. I lay there for several more minutes.

At precisely 8:00 a.m. the alarm feature on the TV clicked in and turned it on. Seconds later a video started to play. It was my wife and the other three women. They were all wearing various forms of black leather dominatrix clothing and standing around a man shackled to the wall. He was completely naked except for a mask which hid his identity. (more…)

“I don’t know how you could have gotten us into this.” Carol says as we make our way through the resort towards the main entrance.

“How was I supposed to know that the walls are made of paper, and everyone walking by could hear what we were doing?” I snap back. “Besides, you weren’t exactly protesting my actions when you were slipping from one orgasm to another.”

“Well, no, but you let her in, and then allowed her to see me bound to the bed like that. She must think we’re insane, with all the toys and cuffs and stuff.” (more…)

Sinking to my knees, I lock my eyes on yours, attempting to read your intent, but it is masked from me. Once again, you stare down at me, your eyes playing over me, my eyes wide with anticipation. Your thumb once more finds my mouth, sliding over my dry lips… In an act of pure kindness, you lick your own thumb, and press it to my lips, sliding your moisture over them, a balm to their wanting. Closing my eyes in gratitude, I shift, and open my eyes to face the ground. Your will drags my eyes back up to you, and they roam slowly, taking in your body from feet to face… you are clothed, buttons and buckles and zippers blocking my eyes from your body, your skin. Finally, my eyes land on yours. You’ve noticed my gaze linger on your crotch, and the amused look in your eyes causes a blush to suffuse my face once more… though I dare not look away. (more…)

Jack pushed her into the room and unfastened the cuffs at her wrists. “Turn around and bending from the waist, pull down the thong, slowly,” he ordered. Trembling, she turned and did as he asked. “Spread your legs and grab your ankles,” he commanded once she was fully bent over.

She stepped out of the thong and spread her legs, wrapping her hands around her ankles. He gazed at her fully exposed pussy, the shaved lips spread wide, hiding nothing. He approached her and ran his finger through the pink folds, briefly dipping inside her, causing her to gasp at the slight penetration. He gently slapped the lips a couple of times before trailing his finger to her asshole. He pushed his finger against it, dipping just the tip in. “This is going to be so good,” he murmured. “I am going to spread you so wide.” Stepping back he told her to get on the bed on her hands and knees. (more…)

He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed.

Tonight she’d push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him.

She’d searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leather, dark, soft and supple. It snapped close and had four silver rings attached to it: one on the front, one on the back, and one on each side. That was it. Simple and inviting and a symbol of their bliss. (more…)