Show your Lines

Suzanne never really considered herself to be a clock-watcher, but this day was dragging like none other. 4:50PM. It had been the sort of day filled with mindless repetitive tasks, and there was no helping it. She had almost prayed that someone, somewhere, would have any kind of corporate emergency just to give the lagging time a little kick in the behind. But it never happened. 4:52. 4:53. Absently, she checked her email again. Nope. Nothing new in the last five minutes. She kept the program up and absently clicked the refresh button over and over again. Nothing. 4:54. click. click. oooh! A new message! Nope. HR just sending out another reminder about medical claim reimbursement forms being due before the holiday weekend. 4:55. She looked up from her computer and listened to her boss in the next room. She was on a telephone call, and it sounded like it would be a long one. Suzanna couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to take the opportunity to slip out just a few minutes early. (more…)

It started innocently enough. This class was different than most she had taken – for one thing, she wasn’t the oldest student. There were several of them, some even older than her 47 years. She couldn’t help but notice one in particular. Mike was a big guy and she liked them big; after all, Shea was a big girl. Though they sat on opposite sides of the classroom, she couldn’t help but look his way when she thought he wasn’t looking, but he often was.

Shea thought he was hot – he was smart, he was funny. They started chatting before class and then online and things took a more personal turn. She wasn’t all that surprised to learn that he was into BDSM. He was a Dom, heavily into the lifestyle. He may have been surprised to learn that she was submissive. But she was also married, while he was divorced, and while Shea was a big flirt, she’d never taken it any further than that, no matter how tempted she was. And she often was severely tempted. But nothing prepared her for his onslaught. (more…)

The message on my machine was clear and concise, “I’ll pick you up at 3:00. Look sexy and wear a dress.” That was it. No explanation, no details, just an “order” from Him.

It didn’t cross my mind to question Him. I would be ready as requested and waiting for Him at 2:50.

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As the hour approached and I began my preparations, I listened to the message again and again, trying to decipher some clues from His tone or inflection what awaited me. Was He angry? No, not angry but definitely not happy either. The more I played the message, the more nervous I became about my immediate future. Nervous, but also, excited. (more…)

*Journey into Submission: The Piercing*

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Ruby chanted breathlessly.

‘Music,’ AJ thought. As always, her moans and whimpers filled him with a fierce delight, a deep satisfaction that she made this loving music when they fucked: a music to which AJ had rapidly become addicted.

Ruby lay under him, bound face down on a carpeted bench with her luscious ass high and open and ripe. “His”. Her face, flushed with arousal and heat, was turned partially away and screened by a fall of blonde hair. She moaned long and low in her throat. (more…)

CHAPTER 8

Yes, He had been right to take her in this way. Soon she would appreciate this fact too. He pushed back the hood and pinched her hard clit. Watched her body arch and then he twisted her nipples and pulled them gently out again and noted with satisfaction that her clit twitched and she arched her back and moaned in response. Her bound, spread eagled, naked body responded to his handling very much to his satisfaction. Things were going well and she looked beautiful with the deep training collar, although he acknowledged it must have felt a little uncomfortable in the position she was obliged to lie. Grinning to himself He looked at His watch and realised with surprise that it was time to move things on a stage and settle her down for the night. She had not eaten since he had taken her and he knew she must be hungry and thirsty too. All to the good: it would make her more willing to please. (more…)

“This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.”

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My fuck toy was lying on the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I sank into the chair, relaxed and satisfied. Still on a high from their Domme experience, Lucy and Rita were hyper and ready to continue.

Lucy wanted to continue, because she knew the slut hadn’t taken me completely, unassisted. She walked over to her and started back into the drill sergeant thing, again. “You think you got off easy, I bet. You think just because you swallowed his cum that nobody noticed you didn’t swallow his cock. Well, don’t fool yourself, bitch. I was watching.” (more…)

When I entered the spa, there weren’t more than 3 people there. It was a real quiet day.

I headed for the men’s locker room and changed into my sweats. As I walked to the back to find the weight bench that I wanted to exercise on, I noticed only one person lifting weights.

Gail was a blonde body builder. She worked out daily to keep her body toned for competition. She was about 5′9″ with big firm breasts. Thigh muscles that looked like they could squeeze a man to death.

Gail was lying on her back on a bench with a dumbbell in each hand. Her attire was the skimpiest black swimsuit you’ve ever seen. The top barely contained those massive tits. The bottom had been pulled into her pussy lips by her strenuous exercises. (more…)

*Instructions*

Michelle tossed her portfolio and purse onto her desk and slumped into her chair with a sigh of frustration. It had been a very trying day, so far. Her boss, Paul Johnson was being a real prick, a veritable shit-head; making unreasonable demands and asking Michelle to do things that made no sense. On top of everything else, he leered at her whenever he saw her. His eyes roved over her body from her tits, nicely visible through the clingy silk blouse she wore; to her ass, snugly encased in a short, tight skirt. (more…)

My wife Sabrina and I first got interested in somewhat alternative lifestyles about 12 or 13 years ago although we hadn”t actually met at that time it was a case of parallel experience. I was 27. I was sharing a house in a little village just outside London with two women. I”ll call them Sarah and Helen, not their real names. Anyhow I used to take the opportunity of going home back to mum and dad”s at the weekend to get the washing done! It was after I arrived back on the Sunday morning that I noticed something was terribly wrong. You could have cut the air with a knife. (more…)

I led Karen to my bedroom and spread her out in the center of the bed. “Do you think you are ready to try mixing a little pain with your pleasure?” I asked.

“Yes Ma’am, I think I’m more than ready to try that,” she replied with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and some degree of fear of the unknown apparent on her face.

I reached into my bedside table drawer and pulled out my favorite set of clover leaf nipple clamps. Karen’s eyes grew wide when she saw the clamps and I heard a gasp as she realized the clamps intended purpose. (more…)