Show your Lines

They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting.

She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned.

He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command.

“Aren”t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly.

“Yes, little one, but you know the rules.”

“Well that doesn”t make any sense, Master,” she argued. “Why would I take off all my clothes and boots just to put them all back on again to go back outside?” (more…)

I had been corresponding with a woman I met online for some time. We”d exchanged emails, each one hotter, darker and more intriguing than the last. They were so erotic, that I could feel the heat they generated run thru my body and the ensuing inferno was keeping me awake at night.

All I needed to do was imagine a line or a reference that the woman, Tawny had made and my cock would spring to life faster than a red convertible could fly down the highway.

I wanted to meet and yes, fuck my fantasy woman but she always put me off. I thought it might be that the things she had revealed to me about herself were lies, hell; I knew I had stretched the truth a bit or maybe it was due to outside constraints, like work or family obligations. (more…)

Tied to the bed naked, spread eagle and blindfolded, his cock sprang to full attention when he heard the bedroom door close. Where in the room was she? Just knowing that she had him completely helpless and on display for whatever devilment came to her mind made him shiver.

It had been a good hour since she stripped him and tied him there then walked out leaving the bedroom door wide open. The sounds of her girlfriend’s monthly gathering downstairs had drifted to his ears and successfully masked any footsteps of traffic in the hall. He wondered if any had used the bathroom, walked past that door, and saw his helplessness. He knew all the women from her little group - now he would have to wonder what they knew of his “kink.” That thought alone had kept him partially aroused for the entire hour of waiting for her return. (more…)

I had just negotiated a new contract with the company I work for and part of the package was a new life insurance policy. Instead of paying more income tax on a pay rise I accepted the insurance policy.

Of course this meant that I had to attend the mandatory medical examination and duly I received notice that I had an appointment a few days later with Dr. S. Wosilenski, the insurance company’s doctor.

The day of the examination arrived and I arrived on time for my 4.00 pm appointment. I was warmly welcomed by a pretty and efficient receptionist, Erica, who helped me fill in the necessary forms. She informed me that Dr. Wosilenski was running a little late but that I wouldn’t have long to wait. (more…)

“This story is, like others of mine in this genre, a fantasy. I have had much fan-mail, mostly favourable, but there have been those who misunderstand the true nature of BDSM – even one who thought I ought to have learned something from Nazi death camps! I think of myself as a feminist, and anti-violence, and believe that the receiver of punishment may well dominate the giver – per Pauline Réage (whoever she was!)”

I was brought up in a closed, Catholic community, in a mountain village, where going out with boys was unthinkable, until one became your “novio, “or ‘official’ boyfriend, when it was permissible to be seen together without a chaperone – just about. At eighteen, an attack of claustrophobia finally got the better of me, and I caught the bus down to the big city, ignoring the pleas of my entire family, and got a job in a department store. (more…)

*The Club - Ch. 5*

Two weeks later the couples had settled into their summer routines. The first session of classes had started and part time jobs had begun. The guys had arranged to spend the weekend helping Joe up at the cabin and on Thursday night Janet got a call from Barb.

“I was just thinking that as long as the guys are gone this weekend, maybe we three could get together Saturday. Maybe a trip over to the beach and some seafood for supper? It’s OK with Liz. Can you make it?”

“Sounds like the second best idea I can think of,” Janet replied. “And with Charles gone, the best idea is out. What time?” (more…)

*Chapter 2*

Laura was definitely anticipating Wednesday night but was also very apprehensive wondering what would happen and how she would feel about the idea of a BDSM club when faced with the reality. This made it a real struggle to concentrate on her school work, especially in American Lit where every time she looked at John she thought about their own activities. The lecture in Tuesday’s class was on the early American novel and Laura found it impossible to think about Cooper and Hawthorne and instead kept imagining herself naked and helplessly tied as a group of people, each with a strap or whip, approached her. “Oh, well,” she finally thought to herself, “at least neither of us is married so I won’t have to go around campus wearing a scarlet ‘A’. And they no longer have a pillory around here.” Then the thought struck her that maybe a pillory might be rather interesting after all and she nearly broke out laughing as the professor was describing Cooper’s dull, plodding style. (more…)

“You know what I want.” Laura said, seated in her office chair, her eyes exploring me from head to toe as I stood beside her, within touch.

“Yes,” I replied. I knew what she wanted. I also knew that she would not say the words.

“What do I want?” she asked, her voice thick and husky.

“You want me…….,” I chose my words slowly. “….undressed, at your disposal.” I answered softly, enjoying the game.

“And what is it that I wish to do?” she questioned, as if a teacher talking to her student. Her hand reached out to caress my leg through the soft material of my skirt. (more…)

“Sweet Cheeks was a name well chosen, I see.”

“Yes, Mistress, you know this boy well.” His voice held that wry tone, that suggested his smart ass nature, a quality that could border on bratty, but nearly always was humerous.

The long shadow of the woman in the business suit, fell over the barely clad sunbathing vision, who lay upon his belly, his tanned arms and legs making a subtle X upon the resort’s chaise. She set a briefcase down on the pool table, as her dark emerald eyes gazed over the nearly deserted pool, before pushing one hand through the long, dark auburn tresses, and allowing a small twist of her lips to play across her features, as she returned her gaze back upon the man on the chaise. (more…)

I could not believe it when my Mistress led me down into Master Stuart’s dungeon. It was the most beautiful dungeon I had ever seen - not decked out with dark wood and chains which was so common and yet distasteful. Instead, the walls were covered in lush red velvet, the floor was covered in steel grey carpet, and the furniture was either red leather or white.

Master Stuart called to his slave, tied against a pole on one side of the room. I allowed my eyes to flick in that direction and was astounded to see none other than Sasha, my ex-girlfriend, was the slave in question. (more…)