Show your Lines

“{Author’s Note: This story follows on from To Take Advantage Of A Friend. It stands alone, but might be more enjoyable after the other story}.”

Jane’s body lay taut and tense on her bed. Her forehead and chest gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, and her nipples poked chewingly at the ceiling. She had been close to orgasm for over an hour and was desperate to cum. But with both hands tied to her bed posts that choice was mine, not hers.

“You’re so ready, aren’t you?” I whispered, tugging lightly at Jane’s nipples. “But I know you like to hear my dark thoughts when you cum, don’t you? And most of all you like to hear about little sister Anne?” Jane’s head thrashed wildly. Yes? No? Or just make me cum? “You like to think about me fucking Anne’s tight little asshole?” Another thrash. “Imagine that. You watching my cock slide in. Out. In. Out. Anne’s poor little hole wrapped tight around it. Think of Anne’s face, Jane. The pain of being assfucked, the violation, but somewhere also in there the pleasure at being taken like that.” (more…)

It was an orgasm like none other he’d ever had in his life. It had to be for him to have passed out like he did. Daniel slowly regained consciousness, his entire body shaking uncontrollably and was surprised to find himself alone in the room. The door opened and he turned, dismayed to see the hostess instead of Mistress Yasmina and tried to cover himself up.

“Ah, I see that you are awake, Mr. Morganson.” She strode over to him and released the manacles, then nudged a gob of drying semen on the carpet. “Must have been a good session. We’ve never had one out as long as you.” (more…)

I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 34th floor. Being country born and bred I had never liked high buildings and I held my breath as I was rushed upwards. I looked in the mirror and straightened my tie, made sure my hair was neat and soon the doors quietly opened and I stepped out into the plush decor of the executive suites.

I approached the expensively dressed receptionist and before I could speak she said, “Mr. Wilson? Please go down that corridor to room eight, Ms. Green is expecting you.” (more…)

It had been three months since their affair had ended, so Charlotte hoped she and Ralph could manage to pass the two-day conference without too many uncomfortable silences or awkward breaches of professional etiquette. She had a back-up plan (a headache; a fast train home) if his puppy eyes became unbearable, but for the sake of her career, she wanted to stick it out if possible.

They had travelled separately to the hotel this morning. Charlotte felt that this arrangement gave off the right kind of signals, just like dropping Gordan’s name into the conversation as possible while in the office, and the three photos of him propped by her computer. Charlotte never did things by halves, and she knew that Ralph wouldn’t have the nerve to challenge her apparent post-affair bliss. (more…)

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Alex sat at her desk staring at the screen to her laptop computer. Brian had called her to tell her to call in sick to work and that he had a weekend adventure in store for her. Alex obediently called in to the Physics department chair, Heidi Kent, and was able to get the day off. She had no idea what weekend plans Brian had in mind for her. Her husband Mike was going to be out of town, so she told him that she was going out of town with her best friend Michelle, so that he would not be suspicious if she wasn’t home. (more…)

“Note: This is an ongoing story about the claiming of a slave and the ongoing life of her and her Master. I have left them nameless, intentionally. Each chapter carries into the next, so not every one will be intensely erotic. I hope that the story helps others come up with some ideas on new ways to guide their own subs/slaves. Enjoy and I welcome all comments.”

He pulled out of the driveway and into the light Saturday morning traffic. She closed her eyes and her mind drifted back over the events of the previous evening. (more…)

“This is the continuation of “The Closet Domme: Caught” but told from Rick’s point of view. ”

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“Tonight we will all have oral sex. Mark will taste me, I will taste you, and you will taste Mark. We will be joined.” Mistress said.

So there we all were positioned in a devil’s triangle on Mark’s bed with the desired person’s genitals in proximity to our mouths. We were all in position to give and receive pleasure.

I was in a bed, with this man, one I hardly knew. A man I was sure had fucked my princess, my Mistress, at least once. Now, he was going to put his face between her legs and suck on the pussy I loved. It was surreal at the least. For many years I had been curious as to what a hard cock, someone else’s cock, would feel like in my hand. This was much more than that! She had made it my task to not only feel it, but to suck it and make him cum! (more…)

Laura pulled against the scarves which bound her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. They allowed no more than an inch of movement. The pillow under her hips raised her ass and displayed her nude form in a most inviting way. Her face was down against a pillow, her breathing had become short and shallow and she had to admit that she was incredibly turned on. She heard a sound from across the room as John retrieved something from the closet. “How did I get myself into this?” she asked herself. Then immediately replied, “Just lucky, I guess.” (more…)

Jenna Merriweather couldn’t understand why she was so nervous as she opened the gate to let herself into the neighbors yard. Old Mrs. Jourdan had been a recluse and when she left her house to relatives, they had left the eight-foot cedar fence up around the property. Jenna had never really seen the Jourdan house and she was surprised to see a fresh coat of dark green paint that matched the curtains covering every window.

She reminded herself that she wasn’t here to sightsee, she had come here in the middle of the day ready to confront the girl she believed was a bad influence on her step-daughter. Since Anne had been hanging out with the new girl in the neighborhood, she seems to have changed. She had gone from a sweet eighteen-year-old almost ready to graduate high school to a secretive brat who would be lucky if she passed at all. Anna had always been an athlete, a strait A student who dressed conservatively and was always polite. In the last six months she had given up sports, gained weight and begun to dress like a tramp. (more…)

My experience with Tony in the hotel room had really crossed a line from which I did not want to return. The excitement I felt while it was happening, and again the many times I relived the encounter was something I wanted to experience again and again. My life was getting complicated.

I had a husband, and although it was really in name only, I wasn’t ready to change things just now. I had a daughter at home as well: I loved and cherished her more than anything else. I also had a career, one that I would no doubt have to depend on when the time came to leave my husband. Now, I added the most curious aspect of my life, my relationship with Tony. It wasn’t my whole life, but it was a place of escape and at times it was thrilling. (more…)