Show your Lines

*Helen’s Slave Ch. 3–Painslut*

“*If you are offended by lesbian sex or power games, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.*”

“Come here you slut. Come to my office now!”

“But Mistress, I’m at work.”

“What is the rule then slut?”

“I…I have 15 minutes to answer your call Mistress. I have to go anywhere you command me at any time you want.”

“Are you going to defy your Mistress’ orders?!”

“No Mistress.”

“Then do as I say. Make an excuse to leave. Now!”

“Going to lunch,” Liz called as she raced out the office door. (more…)

*Morning Rituals*

The alarm on Michelle’s bedside clock went off precisely on schedule, as it did each weekday morning. The recorded sounds of herself being flogged into a deliriously euphoric and ecstatic state of arousal once again dragged Michelle from the depths of her dreams into alertness.

The recording began quietly, the volume slowly building in tandem with the tempo and the harshness of the whipping. The soft, quavering sound of her own voice, thanking her Master for each stinging lash of the flogger across her spread-eagled body and begging to be permitted to come, never failed to send a surge of adrenaline coursing through her sleep-drugged mind, and goad her into wakefulness. (more…)

“When you read this story you will notice that outside of the sex of the characters that I avoid describing the physical appearance of the characters. This is done to make it easier for you the reader to place yourself into the role of the characters. ”

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It had been a few years since I had heard from Rebecca. She had excepted a job out of town, at first we kept in touch with emails and the occasional phone call, but as life goes our schedules had become to hectic and we slowly lost touch with one another. We were never really an item, more or less friends with benefits. Rebecca had often said she was not interested in any relationship that would tie her down and possibly interfere with her career. The arrangement had worked out great for both of us at the time, as my career advancement had been just as important to me. In matters of her career she was very driven and forceful. This drive had a way of wearing her down and every now and again she needed a weekend where she would relinquish all control. This is where I would come in. (more…)

7

It was midmorning. The Tora’s Master padded quickly through the maze of alleys of the Yoshiwara to Sayoko’s house. His bulk filled the narrow paths and he gasped for breath. One of Sayoko’s maids had sent an urgent message begging him to come. He sighed, patting his large cheeks with a cotton handkerchief. He was fond of Sayoko, as much for her wit as for the fact that she filled the coffers of the Tora. Of course, he thought crossly, she partly owns it, so why shouldn’t she? He felt a mixture of affection and irritation. How can someone, he thought, be so arrogant and engaging, so self-absorbed and charming, so irrational and brilliant at the same time? But he was not about to question one who was not only an excellent business partner but also a political adviser of the Shogun. (more…)

Steven sat quietly in his office, thinking about the weekend he and Jade shared, their very first weekend together. A smile crossed his face as he closed his eyes and remembered her sweet, honey kisses, the way she touched him, and the way she felt in his arms. He felt that all too familiar arousal surging in his pants whenever his mind wandered off to Jade. In the short period of time they’d gotten to know each other, she had thoroughly bewitched him, and he knew it.

Desire was what captured both of them, and slowly weaved its seductive, captivating charms around them as it pulled them inexorably into its vortex. They each must have realized deep down there was no escaping it, willing captives as they were. Jade… the very mention of her name made his heart beat faster. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Jade. (more…)

“(c) 2005 by Penelope Street”

There it was again. For the fourth consecutive week the same ad had appeared in the personals section of “The Scene”, a local rag dedicated to the seedier edge of society. I routinely perused the personals. Once in a while, I stumbled upon an arousing one. Most often though, I found the racy little blurbs amusing instead of exciting.

I had initially thought the same of this one:

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“SWF, 53

Looking for a master. I would like to be a slave. A sex slave. I expect to be disciplined if I do not please my master.” (more…)

*Chapter TEN*

Two days later, on the commuter train home from New York City Thursday night, my Latina Woman was back. I deliberately sat in the facing seat, this time pulling my thighs in tight around her knees. I had had time to think, to put things in perspective. The woman had controlled my every move from the moment I had boarded that train two days ago, to what can only be described as the most intense orgasm of my life, and I fell for and loved every second of it. But having had the chance to run the events through my mind a few times, I was ready to set the scale back in balance. Next time there would be no repeat of what had happened, at least not to me. (more…)

This happened a few years ago… I had just finished playing tennis. An unusual day already because I had actually won two out of three sets against a better player, and I was feeling pretty good, if sweaty and tired. I sat down on the bench at the court under a merciful tree and began guzzling water.

A younger guy came up to me and started talking. He was about 32, 6′4″, and in great shape. He pointed out his girlfriend… Debbie… and asked if I found her attractive. I had to say yes. She was about 5′ 5″, long brown hair, Eurasian mix, slim, well proportioned and in really good shape. He said she thought I was attractive, too… and she wanted to fuck me. (more…)

We brought some lunch back in by the fireplace and ate with me sitting on the floor and Judy sitting on my lap. Of course we were both still naked. I was coming to find - and I think Judy was also - that spending the weekend naked was great. Neither of us had ever spent a long time at a stretch in the nude, but now we hadn’t worn anything since Friday afternoon - almost three full days so far. We no longer thought it odd to head to the kitchen to get food or downstairs to the playroom or anything else without bothering to even put on a robe. We had become quite comfortable remaining bare and both of us enjoyed the sight of the other’s body. I certainly know I loved looking at Judy’s beautiful form. (more…)

CHAPTER SIX—THE GATHERING, PART 1

Eileen was sorting through her mail. She could hear the steady THUMP THUMP of Silence pounding away on the treadmill. She smiled as she sorted. He kept himself in shape and she had discovered some time ago that she loved every inch of his massive body. A brief pang gripped her. She had not told him how she felt. She was his Mistress. With a capital M. His Domme. His owner. He obeyed her without question and some of his lessons had been difficult. He had come to her almost damaged beyond hope. And she found that she had truly come to love the warm, sensual man that had almost been destroyed. Eileen sighed and went back to her mail. Bills and junk. And a heavy cream colored envelope addressed in elegant script. An invitation? (more…)