Show your Lines

She took one last look around the room making sure everything was ready. A bottle of wine was chilling on the counter top and the candles were lit, long red tapers, just as he requested. A light mix of Jazz and Blues was playing softly on the radio. Taking a deep breath she positioned the straight-backed chair facing the door, put her blindfold in place and sat down to wait. Every sound from the hallway made her tingle with anticipation. Moments later the door opened and she held her breath as he put the locks in place and approached. Stopping just before the chair he said, “Stand for me.” She complied immediately and could sense his eyes moving over her, taking in the black lace corset and panties and the sheer black garter stockings. Brushing back a strand of her hair he said, “You’ve followed my directions well luv,” and leaned in to kiss her. Telling her to sit back down he went to pour the wine and remove his tie saying they would relax a moment before they began. (more…)

Looking at the clock above the mirror you see there is still another 15 minutes to go. You lay back and let the heat soak through you. The note in the envelope at dinner was very specific; wait at the table for 10 minutes then head up to the bathroom. The bath was full of bubbles and steaming hot to the point of it almost being painful to get in, however you had to soak for 30 minutes so there was plenty of time to get used to it. By now the water felt perfect, your body tingling partially from the heat but as much from the wine, a glass of which, along with your thoughts, had been your only company in the mellow light of the candles along the edge of the tub and the night glow coming in through the skylight. The meal had been light but plentiful and the ambiance intimate; the company was perfect and the wine along with the conversation, eventually turning to the erotic, had flowed. You found yourself wondering about the night still to come as you enjoyed the rest of your lazy soak and the end of the wine; there was nothing to get up for in the morning and you just knew from experience that the night would last until dawn, by which time both of you would be both physically and mentally drained — a perfect state to be in to enjoy Sunday morning in bed. (more…)

A delicious odor awakened me. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep, but it was dark outside. I sat up and looked around in the light spilling from the fireplace. A fire had been lit there, the flames providing the only light in the room. My clothes and Susan’s robe were nowhere to be seen.

“Would you care to eat, Sir?” a voice said from the foot of the bed.

I looked. Susan, freshly bathed, perfumed and dressed as a French maid, was standing there with my silver coffee service and a cup. I surmised that the outfit was one of her stripper’s costumes. I motioned her to come to me. (more…)

* Chapter 12*

Laura was awakened the next morning by someone shaking her shoulder. Before she had come completely awake she felt something - a lot of leather strips and a handle - pushing at her tits. As her hands were released and the blindfold removed, she heard sounds throughout the room and someone saying, “All right, pledges, time to wake up. You have exercises and your morning whipping before breakfast.”

Laura woke quickly. Morning whipping? She should have guessed. The pledges were allowed a quick bathroom stop and then Kelly and Michael took them outside to the back lawn. The six of them were formed into a group and made to exercise: sit ups, push ups, running in place, jumping jacks. Laura found that doing jumping jacks naked was an entirely new experience. The exercises continued for fifteen or twenty minutes while Kelly and Michael encouraged the pledges with a few well placed strokes of their whips. (more…)

She kneels by the door, waiting for him to come in. Her body trembles as she waits, wanting his touch, wanting his fierce possession, his rough handling of her willing body. Tonight she wants to be what he wants her to be; to obey his commands without hesitation, to allow him to position her, take her, touch her as he wishes.

Naked, her only adornment is his black collar around her throat. She wants to show him that she is already his, before he even arrives. She wears no perfume, no lotion, nothing to detract from the smell of her female body. She knows he wants to smell her need, her want, her wet, soaked sex. (more…)

As you left class today, I handed you a note. I was sure you would follow the instructions it contained, so that evening I waited for you at the fine restaurant I had chosen for our meeting.

You arrived promptly at 7:00 p.m. as instructed. The maitre de directed you to my table. There was a big smile on your face as you crossed the room, so I knew that this would be a pleasurable evening. I rose and held your chair, then took my seat across from you.

“I am glad you came,” I said.

“I am glad to be here. I never know what adventure might follow when you hand me a note.” (more…)

“Author’s Note – School Daze, although the sequel to Students Rule, is written as a stand alone story of multiple chapters. This installment includes a short prologue – intended to provide a very brief overview and bridge from one story to the next – and chapter one.”

* Prologue *

For Ms. Virginia Lee, the school year went out like a lion, only to see the ensuing year come in like a lamb. The main event – at least from a professional standpoint – was the sudden resignation of the school’s Principal. Only a few people – namely she and six graduating seniors – knew the real reason; his inability to come to grips with his subservient relationships with Ms. Lee, his Mistress, and Suzie Connors, a student. Ultimately this moral dilemma proved too much for him to bear, prompting his sudden decision to resign and leave the area. (more…)

“I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. I hope you enjoy this story. It’s dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peaches. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. YOU can email me.

This a story of a middle aged woman who gets used and humiliated by a sexy Puerto Rican girl she met online.” (more…)

“Cathy O’Niel copyright 2006″

I finished assembling the new head board and foot board on the king sized bed today. White metal, wide spaces between the bars, perfect for tying someone’s wrists to. I smiled, and went to take a hot bath.

As I lay there soaking, the fragrant bubbles lazily sliding over my skin, I closed my eyes, thinking of you. Your hands; the blunt thick fingers, the clean clipped nails, the calloused palms that can be equally tender and gentle, or rough and savage as I choose. (more…)

“The story continues, I truly hope you have enjoyed reading the previous chapters.

Please let me know what you think by your feedback and voting.

Thank you,

little-nymphe”

As I awaken and stretch my body. I feel the stiff sore muscles from the night before, wincing lightly at the pain. My eyes still closed dreamily thinking of my Master the man that I love and adore. The Man I would do almost anything for. I think of how easily I follow where he leads. Without question or doubt, for I know that as long as I am with him I will always be safe and protected. (more…)