Show your Lines

I had been fantasizing about Domination and Submission right from my adolescence and had always taken the submissive role with a dominant woman. But my fantasies never came true and I led an ordinary life as others but full of fantasies about older women and I grew up and reached the middle age with no ripples caused in my sex life. With the advent of the NET my fantasies took a new shape and I learned more about D/S and the online experiences further fired my imagination. The mistresses I had in the net were younger to me and I turned a new leaf since at 45 I could not be fantasizing much about older women. I had been always a compulsive masturbator and the middle age ailments resulted in my taking up regular walking and diets which saw me slim down considerably and added to the reduction of alcohol intake the ever powerful libido soared to new heights. (more…)

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I was in a mood. Normally, I am a pretty level headed guy with control of my temper but not tonight. I was taking it out on everyone and it was apparent.

Twice a year our church puts on a show. It can be dramatic, funny or even a musical but it is a good way for some of us to release our creative juices and for the rest to get away for an evening.

As we were working on this year”s Christmas show, things settled into our normal routine. I was directing the play as usual and the regular cast of actors was there to fill the roles. I cannot sing or dance and I am completely tone deaf. I am not sure that I can act in a role that has little direct relevance to my life experiences but I have great attention to detail and I try to be honest and fair in my opinions and decisions. This seems to be the ideal makings of a severely amateur production director so I am it. (more…)

“Author’s note: This is the continuation of “Melissa’s Story Ch. 01″ - if you have not read it, I suggest you do before reading “The Schoolroom”. Many thanks to all my fans, specially M, R & A, for their positive feedback.

Melissa’s story continues: ”

*Chapter 2: The Schoolroom*

Driving home from Matt’s after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to tingle, my senses were sharp, I felt really alive for the first time in years and my pussy was still damp. I was on a natural high from which I did not want to come down, far better than any alcohol induced high that I had ever been on. (more…)

*Part Three: The Long Tease*

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain. (more…)

He walked in with the air of one whom belonged. And he barely gave her a glance where she knelt upon the floor. Instead he walked to the bar and poured himself a brandy which he sipped slowly as he stared at her.

She was naked as she was supposed to be. Her long red curls fell so sweetly about her face, which she was keeping low to the floor. Her hands were behind her back, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her skin glowed like polished ivory. It had a slight pink cast to it underneath that first layer. Her eyes were a clear green, the color of grass. And she had no hair on her sex. (more…)

“(Matt dropped off this manuscript after I”d already written up his story of “The Case of the Bound Angel”. It includes a scene with the gardener Miyoko that he hadn”t told me about before, so I present it here as Chapter 1.5 of the story for all the people who have shown such a gratifying interest in Mr. Danger”s modern techniques of scientific crime-solving.—dr.M.)”

Buddy was conked out and snoring to beat the band by the time I got downstairs, which was okay with me, because I didn”t know just what I”d say to a guy whose wife was still lying upstairs naked licking my come off her face. The liquor cart girl was sitting in a chair nearby, doing her nails, one long, slim leg crossed tightly over the other the way women do when they”re wearing skirts that end about a quarter inch above their crotch, making sure there”s no line of sight. She looked bored. (more…)

I step out onto my patio with the first drink of the day in my hand, a Jack and Coke to get some caffeine in my system and start the warm up for a Saturday night. I watch my black 4-Runner for tell-tale signs of Lisa. She’s still curled up half naked in the back under the roll top cover. Been there all day.

The sun is as low as my two hanging ferns, so it would be about 6:30 at this time of year…we got back from the mall at 2:00…so that’s a good four and a half hours out there. With no clue about what’s going on, how long it will be or what’s coming next. Nothing but the replays in her head of all the stupid, sick acts she’s performed over the past 24 hours, like a loser weirdo who must be out of her mind or something. No more effective prison than the intangible restrictions and fears of the unknown. (more…)

I hated working late. It seemed I always got stuck with the grunt work, just because my boss knew I was single, and unattached at the moment, he had no problem sticking me with the reports and typing that had to be ‘done by morning’, in his words. He’d then go off to have a nice dinner with his family, while I sat at my desk for hours.

Finally, the bulk of it was done. I sent memos to two others that had to finish reports, and sighed as I stretched my tired back. I needed to get to the gym this weekend, it was the only thing that worked the kinks out. I turned off my computer and picked up my stuff, more than ready to leave. (more…)

The days passed for Leah in a strange dreamlike fashion. She tried to keep her hatred for Master burning, but as day passed into day, she became more desperate for the time when he would come to the room. The hours alone passed slowly even with the assignments he gave her. She hated how eagerly her body responded to his touch, to his voice, even to the sound of the key turning in the lock. Even now she could feel the moisture between her legs as she waited for him to bring in dinner.

To her surprise, Master entered with a couple of boxes instead of a dinner tray. He took his seat and smiled at her, “You have been so good, Little Rabbit, that I have a treat for you.” (more…)