Show your Lines

Monday morning, Michael’s greeting included a caress of Diane’s very sore breast, he smiled at her when she winced but didn’t voice a complaint. “Come see me in my office in a few minutes.” she nodded, finished what she was doing and came in.

More smiling at her obvious trepidation, “Don’t worry beautiful, I knew you wouldn’t be up to anything too strong today, I just want to start getting something ready for this weekend.” His smile became a grin, “Come over and bend over the desk.” Apparently the empty desk which she had been tied to last week was going to be a permanent fixture in his office, Diane bent over carefully, leaving her ass positioned high in the air. Deftly, experienced hands flipped her skirt up, a lubricated butt plug was slowly pushed into place. It hurt, but because her ass wasn’t as sore as the rest of her, things definitely weren’t as bad as they could have been… and after reflecting on things for a moment, she decided that the preparation before this weekend wouldn’t be bad at all. Getting his dick into her pussy had been pretty difficult in and of itself, trying to work it into her much smaller hole without anything leading up to it wasn’t an attractive thought. Once the butt plug was securely in place she was dismissed from her office to go back to work. (more…)

I’ve been watching her for days and I don’t know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I’d say about twenty years my junior. Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen and heard lately the timid shy girl was forever getting a stern talking down to. I’m sure half the time the young woman didn’t deserve the abuse. Other times though, the two of them seemed too close to have a strictly professional relationship. I’ve often wondered what it was they had between them. (more…)

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It was the following weekend, after Susan and Patrick met Aunts Jane and Martha. Agnes planned a party for this night to initiate both of the new submissives to their small group of friends that practiced the BDSM lifestyle. The students had spent the day helping the housekeeper to clean and prepare refreshments for the initiation. Mother Mistress had spent most of the day arranging her private basement Dungeon for the event. Neither of the new submissives, Susan and Patrick, was aware of the Dungeons existence in the huge mansion that Agnes owned. It had been purposely placed off limits to them until they were ready to join the group. Tonight they would be ready. (more…)

She tried to look nonchalant but she was failing. Her Master had “parked” her outside of Claire’s while he was inside searching for the right toe rings for her nipples. He had parked her by tying two harmless strands of yarn to each wrist and tying them to the railing. She could have snapped the yarn in a second, of course, but she didn’t. Her back faced the railing. Each wrist was “tied” to the rail on either side of her and she covered the strands with her hands so it was almost impossible to notice that she was tied. (more…)

The black vinyl stuck to the porcelain sink Cat was leaning over as she carefully lined her eyes with dark makeup. It was nearly Halloween, and therefore she had an excuse to be a tiny bit gaudy. She added shiny silver glitter around her eyes and cheeks then closed the jar with a loud “snap.” She put it down on the sink and picked up her bright red lipstick.

Delicately, she filled in her bottom lip with the deep color. The shade was glossy and inviting. Slowly and deliberately she then filled in the right side of her upper lip, then her left side, which was more difficult because of a tiny scar from childhood that the lipstick covered differently. (more…)

The time until the wedding seemed to fly by as I made the arrangements. As each day passed Mika’s willingness and desire to please me only increased as did our love for each other, which proved to me that I had made the right choice when I picked her to be my slave and wife. About a week before we were supposed to leave, I had taken Mika for the final fitting for her wedding dress when I got a call on my cell phone. It was Ami. I had left a message for her at the hotel desk to call me when she checked in. (more…)

“Valentines Day is here,” she said to her reflection in the mirror, she smiles as she thinks of the gift that she has bought her Master. She reaches into the dresser drawer and removes a gray brushed leather box. Opening it she looks at a single gold key. She smiles knowing that the key will soon unlock pleasures that until now she had never known. Looking back at the mirror she continued to brush her long auburn hair feeling the bristles of the brush hitting her collar once and a while. With each stroke she smiled thinking of her Master, her true love running his fingers through her hair before grasping a hand full and pulling her head back with it. A tingle ran through her body, her nipples started to get hard and she could feel herself getting damp. Never in her life had she experienced such wanton sexual emotions. Just the thought of what may come or what had been was enough to get her excited. At times she would just lay back in the tub, soaking in hot water surrounded by soft bubbles. (more…)

Enjoying her discomfort, Michael began to look through the Wal-Mart bags to find a thong, her shampoo and conditioner, soap and other bathroom things she might need to take a shower, he sat these on the table. Next he looked in the bag from Madame’s and grabbed the cream colored top that he had picked out, these went on the table too. Lastly he looked through the bags from Diamond’s and got out a collar, a leash and a paddle, these he sat on the chair next to the table. Finally he grabbed the top and thong and went down to the laundry room and started the washer and threw in the top and thong with the sheets. He then came back up stairs and turned towards the bathroom. (more…)

“This is a story of the old Hong Kong of a generation ago, of a gateway between West and East, of a place of unique people with unique attitudes. A century from now, this will all be a vague memory, a rumor among other rumors in abandoned texts.”

Chapter One.

At the moment, Laura Scanlon is alone in the airplane, seated near the window, her eyes on the darkening sky and the calm Pacific Ocean so vast in its extent.

They’ve been in the air seven hours, seven hours out of San Francisco, seven more hours to Hong Kong. (more…)

Deidre pushed her wire rimmed glasses gently up the bridge of her nose with an unconcious tap of one long, slender index finger. Behind the round lenses her tourmaline green eyes studied the tiny gold loops of chain to which she had spent the afternoon attaching tiny golden bells. Now, with her latest creation nearly completed she smiled thoughtfully and sighed, holding the magnificent unique piece of jewelry up for a final inspection.

The lilting jingle of the necklace and bracelets filled her shop with a soft, sensual, musical caress. (more…)