Show your Lines

Helen was sifting through the latest batched of replies to her online adult dating advert when she came across Graham’s and laughed! His self-assurance bordered on arrogance - in fact it didn’t border on arrogance - it was arrogance! He was a self proclaimed master of the bedroom, promising Helen a time she would never forget, with complete satisfaction guaranteed. He would, he said, send her home knowing just how good sex could be, so long as she did as she was told!

Normally Helen would have treated such apparent conceit with disdain and would have consigned the message to the recycle bin, but for some reason today was different. After reading it a time or two she found she had to take him seriously, she didn’t know why, but something about his attitude appealed to her. In fact, the whole idea of surrendering herself to him was turning her on, and before she knew it she had emailed back to signal her interest. But even as she did so she wondered if she dare become involved with someone with such leanings? What was he, egotist, dominant, or psychopath? (more…)

Her hands were cool and gentle as they caressed my face. Her fingertips traced my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, then across my lips and along my jaw. I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes covered by a blindfold, a little fearful of what to expect. It was bizarre yet exciting, something I had fantasized about but never imagined I would be brave enough to try. Actually living out the fantasy was somewhat uncomfortable, being intimate with another female. Yet, here I was with another woman, a Domme no less, feeling her touch and tease my naked body. Her supple hands ran lightly up and down my outstretched arms, over my shoulders, across my collarbones. Her nails lightly scratched from under my chin down my exposed throat, and across my bare breasts. Her movements were slow and calculated sending shivers throughout me. I felt her fingers glance across my hardened nipples and I arched my back wanting to feel more of her touch on my full, heavy breasts. She traced her nails around my areolas, in widening circles, spreading out around my large taut globes then back in with tighter circles, until she reached my erect, rosy buds. (more…)

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“(Note: this dream is in a world where slavery is legal. Criminals are taken for “treatments” where their memories of the past are removed and they are trained for a job. Most end up doing menial work, but a few are selected to be pleasure slaves)”

My first memories are of being a slave. Perhaps I was one in a former life, perhaps not. In one of my memories I was bound and stood on a box in front of men. There was smoke, the click of ice in glasses, course laughter and my fear. My fear was also my arousal. (more…)

Judy and I ate lunch reclining on the rug in front of the fire. About one thirty, as we were finishing the food, I heard the sound of a large truck or other vehicle outside and we both made our way over to the window. I pulled back the curtain part way so we could see what was happening. We had stopped slightly back from the window since we were both completely naked and we couldn’t tell from the sound exactly where the truck was. However, a quick glance showed that it was a snow plow just starting on the far end of my road. The wind was completely still and the sky was a pure, cloudless blue with the sun reflecting blindingly from the white surface which seemed to cover the entire world. (more…)

Catalina couldn”t get much news of the outside world, but because she was Spanish the servants uttered jeers and threats at her that implied that Spain was indeed preparing to attack England with its Armada. Would this change her position at Haverstoke”s castle? If the Spanish defeated the English and swarmed her coasts, would she be rescued and returned to Spain? The thought of that prospect weighed heavily upon her, for she still craved a coupling with Haverstoke.

Although the Spanish Armada hadn”t arrived yet, Catalina knew something had changed at the castle; Mrs. Bascomb was allowing her to bathe now, and she was working mostly in the house. Her daily humiliations had ceased, although she still had to serve the servants their midday meal and they were still allowed to slap and pinch her at will. There were no more public punishments in the castle courtyard, and Jake Botrall, Lord Haverstoke was nowhere to be seen on the castle grounds. Instead of feeling grateful for this respite, Catalina felt frustrated. She always knew she was a passionate woman, desirous of the sexual pleasures of the flesh. The past few months at the castle since she”d been shipwrecked on the shores of Devon proved this to her beyond any doubt. (more…)

“Say it,” He demanded, propped up on his elbow, lying so close to my prone body, but not quite touching, except for his hand which rested palm down on the soft round of my stomach, his fingers several inches from where he knew I needed them be. This was his favorite game. To be played only when he was absolutely sure I could hardly bear it. As usual I was furious with him and he was loving every minute, wallowing in his power over this. I turned slightly, teeth gritted in something close to anger and shook my head. (more…)

Deb looked out the large window into the lush back yard. “Beautiful isn’t it?” asked her husband Ben as his arms circled around her belly and his chin rested lightly on her shoulder.

“Yes it is,” she responded as her eyes swept over the tall leafy trees and the colorful flowerbeds dotting the green landscape. “I think we should make an offer. I want this house.”

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear as his hands rose to gently squeeze her breasts.

“Ben! There are people everywhere. Someone will see us.” (more…)

Harvey and I spent the night together in my husband’s bed. Like the primordial female slut I am, I freely offered him my body servicing his black penis with ardor and passion. He fucked me three times before dawn broke. Twice he rolled me onto my back, spread my thighs, and slid his foot long ebony cock into my cunt. During each sexing I captured him between my legs and locked my ankles over his hips, squeezing him, drawing him as deep inside me as any man has ever reached. The third time he took me on my knees with my shoulders on the bed as I reached back with both arms spreading my buttocks, making it easier for him fuck my ass. God, but it was all sooo good, even though I was so sore the next morning I could hardly get out of bed. (more…)

“Guten Abend klasse,” I offered, it had been a long hard day, the weather outside was abysmal and I now had two forty-five minute periods of teaching a class of holiday makers who wanted to go to Germany. Already exhausted, this evenings teaching was not something I had been looking forward to today.

“Guten Abend Herr Professor,” they chorused in unison, most of them had forced smiles on their faces with the exception of one particular girl, I assumed in her mid twenties, attractive, blonde, with flashing blue eyes and a bewitching ‘come here’ smile. (more…)