Show your Lines

The club is dark as we enter and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. i stop in the doorway and blink, only to feel a tug on my leash. You pull me with you and i stumble a little on my six inch heels having to check my balance and hurry forward to catch up with you. You suddenly stop and turn to face me…looking me up and down, your eyes devouring me in one quick glance. i feel my knees start to shake just a little as you slip the coat off my shoulders and reveal me to the small group of onlookers that has formed around us. I feel a chill as the cold air from outside hits my body. The little grey kilt you’ve dressed me in just barely covers my bare ass, and my breasts are nearly visible through the white blouse i’m wearing, nipples getting harder by the second. It doesn’t help that my hands are secured in leather cuffs behind my back, pushing my chest forward provocatively. (more…)

After Mistress Janet left that first night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened — and how much I loved every second of it.

I got to work and settled into the “same ol’ — same ol’” humdrum. By 10:00 AM my lack of sleep was catching up with me and I was ready for a nap. Just as I was thinking about going to get a coffee, my phone rang. We have caller ID where I work and it came up with my wife’s office number. Temporarily forgetting that Donna was out of town, I answered, “Hi Honey.” (more…)

*Chapter 6 The Gift of Karen*

“Edited by angel love”

After having spent a wonderful night with Sir David and Karen I was in a real quandary. There was no doubt they had recreated feelings in me that I thought I had lost forever. Part of me wanted to give myself completely to Sir David and yet part of me remained tied to Master Carl even though he had been gone for three years now.

Karen created a similar problem for me. There was no doubt I was attracted to her and her sexy body and yet a part of me remained with Monica who had been my soul mate. Still I could not deny that every time I saw Karen I wanted to be naked next to her in bed sharing the pleasures of our naked bodies together. (more…)

Susan set the cold pack down on the seat. I stole a look at her. The black eyes didn”t show in the low dashboard lighting. She had to be in even more discomfort than I was. Home was still a ways away.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Safe, sir,” the beauty next to me replied. “For the first time in a long while, I feel safe.

“If I may be so bold, sir, don”t concern yourself with Mas- … him. He dares not call the police. He has beaten me badly enough to send me to the hospital before. Three times in the last fourteen weeks, with his fists twice and a paddle once – that was the time he cracked two ribs. And I think that – what he takes is illegal. With those photos you took, he would not come off well in court. Knights in shining armor who rescue the maiden from danger are respected.” (more…)

Monday, November 4th

My alarm went off right on time at 5:00 a.m. I could still feel the effects of the previous day on my ass as I walked towards the bathroom to get ready. As I showered I checked to see if there was any visible bruising. I was happy to find none except for the outline of “SLAVE” on my ass six times. I smiled a little and just shook me head.

When I came out of the shower I opened my panty drawer to find a note:

Slave,

Do not worry about breakfast this morning. Go have another helping of Amber. You earned it. (more…)

her body, visibly marked by the myriad lashings, is practically rigid; My bite marks all over her breasts are mesmerizing as those soft feminine orbs quiver teasingly with each violent heave of her lungs. The black rope encases her upper torso tightly, providing a very stark contrast with her snow-pale skin while also making her breasts appear more prominent. Propped upon her elbows and forearms, My view up her body provides a heartstopping vision of pure feminine ecstasy.

her eyes are open, but clearly unable to see or even focus. her soft, black-painted lips are open to nearly the point of what must be at least slight discomfort, yet nary a sound escapes from the opening. A few strands of her fire-red hair lay upon her sweat-dampened cheeks, but otherwise her long mane sways seductively as her torso bucks violently. A growing red flush expands from her face down her neck to her chest, and creeps slowly lower toward Me. (more…)

*The Morning After*

Emma”s Saturday morning began as they had each and every week for the past two years.

Moving slowly and carefully in the dappled morning light, she unlatched her chain from the ringbolt on the iron bedstead and coiled the heavy steel links in her hand. Beside her, her husband slept on, his head cradled on one arm while the other was casually draped across her thigh. After she finished retrieving her chain, Emma grasped his wrist lightly and lifted his arm up and laid it gently on the rumpled sheets between their naked bodies. (more…)

*Chapter Five – A New Mistress*

It’d been three weeks since the oil wrestling debacle against Miss Goodman; three weeks in which Ms. Lee had lost all control of her situation. What had started out as a slow, boring school year – one that didn’t even get interesting until Brian Bitner staked his claim to her in early January – had suddenly gotten totally out of hand.

First off, although her relationship with Cori Goodman had been mended, it was nothing like it had been before, where she’d been the dominant personality. In the new relationship Cori was dominant, with Ms. Lee becoming little more than her girl toy. (more…)

Justin entered the tavern with little fanfare, carrying a four-foot long stick in one hand. Around his neck hung a small pewter pendant of a dragon coiled slighting into a somewhat triangular shape. He wore a dark blue cloak draped over his shoulders, mostly hiding his soft, cotton shirt, of the same color blue. His jeans were visible from the front and anywhere below the knees, and both those and his shirt were torn badly, but sewn back together to keep out the cold. Over his back, a rucksack was slung, and a bundle of sticks, all four feet long at least. He made his way to the bar, getting himself a glass of ice water before sitting down and giving his cloak a slight push, so as to make it fall behind the stool and almost to the floor. (more…)

Ruby knew she had been disobedient and awaited the punishment she had no doubt would be swift and severe. Sitting quietly in the living room she awaited his return, thinking back on the events of the day.

She had been awoken before dawn to the warm, moist feel of Mikes’s tongue laving her swollen, wet pussy. Thinking it was a most amazing dream, she let herself sink into the incredibly pleasurable feelings that were washing over her. It wasn’t until she felt her clit between his lips, being sensuously tortured by his tongue that she woke fully to realize it wasn’t a dream. He knew her so well. He knew every place to nibble and how to stroke her until her mind clouded over with a hazy fog of endless passion. “I’m so close baby, so close…. Let me come… Please” was her breathy plea. Bringing her to that point, nearly to the edge, he had stopped. Raising his head from it’s position between her smooth, creamy thighs he caught her eyes with his and told her in a commanding voice. (more…)