Show your Lines

Stuart took the wooden spoon from Lydia’s hand. He turned and walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and replaced the spoon. He closed the drawer, opened another, and brought out a pair of soft cuffs, a pair of leather ankle cuffs and a silver ball flogger.

“Lets change the pace a little,” Stuart said to Lydia. “Untie the rope,” he said, indicating the cords that bound his slave, Sasha, to the pole. It was fine white synthetic rope - Stuart enjoyed using this type of rope because it was possible to bind more loops around the torso and hands which gave a much prettier effect, and was also more cutting in the event of a struggle. But he never needed to worry about that with Sasha - he had trained her extremely well. In the beginning, she had suffered extensive rope burns, but now, he noted there were rarely any marks when he loosened the ties. (more…)

“Copyright; Lisa Gallegher, August 4, 2006. All Rights Reserved. (No part of this story may be reproduced for any reason without explicit written permission from the author. Do not remove this copyright statement.)”

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How could she have gotten herself in such a position? Was this man crazy or just completely fuckin’ nuts? She’d gone along with this facade long enough!! Where was Billy?!! Where was Mickey? Where the fuck were her other lovers; admirers who’d abandoned her to this cruel form of debauchery?!! (more…)

The slave knelt naked to the waist in the center of the room. Her hands were bound behind her back, forcing her chest outwards, offering her full naked breasts in supplication. Her dark nipples were stiff and pointy, erect from the thrillingly cool air…or was it the anticipation of her master’s touch?

Long blonde hair fell in cascades around the slave’s head and across her shoulders while a deep blue silk scarf covered her eyes, the knot hidden beneath her hair. Black nylon stockings covered her legs and stopped at mid-thigh, the garters holding the straining fabric against her supple thighs. A very small bit of black lace draped down the firm swell of both hips and between the cleft of her buttocks - a shamefully small piece of underwear that barely hid her sex. (more…)

I knelt on the floor, trembling. I knew that my Master was upset with me and that I was to be punished for the first time… But wait a moment, I’m getting ahead of myself.

He found me as a matter of luck, really. We had known each other years ago, and had dated, but things had ended badly with us. Fortunately for me, this was not just my regret, but was shared, at least in part, by the man who would be my Master.

We reconnected by a short, simple e-mail that he sent me. A kind of “hey, remember me” kind of message. The instant I saw who it was from, my heart pounded in my chest and I got chills thinking about how to reply. I replied, briefly, not giving too much away, just in case there was still some animosity there. To my great pleasure, there was none. (more…)

Eric Johannsen lived in a penthouse in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. It was not an overly tall building, but it was convenient and he liked it. There were two floors that he owned at the top that were solely for him, his family, and a few friends. He had two grown sons who occasionally stayed there, both of whom were involved in the family business. He had a female chauffeur, Lydia, who was sleek and blonde and very protective of his privacy.

The rooms on the top floor were mostly for parties or family gatherings. The rooms opened onto a terrace that was lined by trees, all moved by crane at great expense. There was a pool where he could swim without having pitying eyes look at his legs, and a small lawn with flowers at the edges. It was peaceful, a garden in the midst of a city, and he enjoyed it. (more…)

Cancun is everything we hoped it would be; hot weather, hot sun on the beach and hot sex in our resort unit. This is our first vacation outside the U.S. and we didn’t know what to expect. Despite the many conversations we had with people who had already been here, and their differing comments, we could not have a more fulfilling vacation.

As soon as we arrive at our beautiful tropical resort we check in at the front desk. It’s there that we meet our concierge, Angelis. She is an extremely attractive Mexican woman who has a very outgoing, upbeat personality, not to mention a wonderful little body that is in extremely good shape. You could tell it means a lot to her just by the way she presents herself. (more…)

The Aftermath

You ever have deep-seated problems that you just have to go and break through the surface to finally get the healing over with? You don’t? Oh well I guess I don’t either. Then again the idea of revenge and the idea that you can go off and stab someone deep into their soul that it breaks them forever, is appealing. Hey, scars heal.

See, I have two talents I’m reluctant to use. The first talent is that with just a few words I can point out a problem that will appear within a newly formed relationship. This problem is the problem that will break up the two people. The second is I know just what to say that it will cause you to hate me forever…because it’s simply the truth. (more…)

I am shaken awake by the headmistress around noon. My eyes slowly adjust to the light as she says, “Hurry, get up. Your master wants you to be ready to go out tonight at 9:00.” Yawning, I slip out of bed and walk fully naked down the hall to the showers, my nipples tautening in the brisk air of the hallway. Ginny, a petite blonde first-year student, is striding towards me, dripping wet and still steaming from the heat of her own shower.

“Hello, Jeannette.” We pause and kiss each other fully on the lips, a custom at The Academy. I am still aroused from a dream I had been awoken from just moments ago, and I push my full, perky breasts against hers. She returns the movement, sliding her damp hands down my back and cupping my ass. I decide to take advantage of the obviously mutual arousal and indulge in a little pre-shower nookie, following Ginny back into her room and diving between her creamy, shapely thighs. She sighs in pleasure as my tongue nudges its way into her damp slit, fondling her engorged clit. I gently twirl circles around the little nub, causing her to shiver and writhe on the bedsheets. Falling into a steady, pulsating rhythm I feel her wetness running down over my chin and dripping down onto my swollen breasts. I moan and reach between my legs to tease my own clit, which is slick from my pussy juices. Soon Ginny’s legs grip my head like a vice, trapping me on top of her vagina, as she gently moans, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m coming, Jeannette.” I continue to flick at her clit with the tip of my tongue, listening to her heavy breathing, until she explodes, showering my hungry tongue in a flood of warm, satisfied wetness. (more…)

“Kim and Lexi, I know that you will read this and hopefully enjoy it. I so much appreciate all your wonderful comments that you email to me, only I can’t thank you, since you do it anonymously. If you can find it in your heart to email me and tell me how I can tell you that I love hearing from you, do so. If not, I understand.

Much love to each of you,

Sabine”

The next morning both Melanie and I were stiff and sore from carrying all our belongings up five flights of stairs. We still needed a bed for me, for appearances anyway. I was sure that I would be using it at times. It wasn’t that Melanie didn’t like sleeping with me, but she used making me go to my own bed alone, as a form of punishment for me. Just like the spankings and other stuff, but mental more than physical. I got up first, groaning and walked into the bathroom. I looked at that big tub and smiled. I ran hot water into it and scrubbed it out. Then I rinsed it and filled it up with water so hot it was steaming. (more…)

It was with a mixture of excitement and apprehension that I wondered what my punishment was to be.

Trudy continued to eat Kasey’s cunt and despite enjoying the sensations of another female tongue inside her, Kasey pushed Trudy’s head away and jumped off the table (and my stomach). She grabbed Trudy by the wrist and brought her around to where my head lay. Kasey sneered as she said “Now you be a good boy and clean Trudy up, while Gabby and I prepare you for your punishment.”

Trudy climbed onto the table and squatted over my face, using the ropes binding me for support and balance, like Gabby before her. She lowered herself so that her pussy lips were about six inches from my mouth and ordered, “Stick that tongue of yours out as far as you can and make it nice and stiff.” (more…)