Show your Lines

It was a cool, violet evening in late September. The glow from the fireplace lit the living room in a feverish crimson glow as the branches from the old oak tree delicately brushed their tips over the front window. I sipped my wine slowly, relishing its tangy flavor.

At precisely 9:30 pm, the doorbell chimed. A deliberate smile played across my lips as I rose to greet my guest, pleased at his punctuality.

I opened the front door and there he stood, impeccably groomed as usual, with his dark hair neatly styled, pale face smoothly and freshly shaven, and smelling lightly of Burberry for men, the cologne he knew I especially enjoyed on him. In his arms he held a large rectangular box, elegantly wrapped in blue paper with a silver bow fixed to it. Read the rest of this entry »

It promised to be a hard evening. My client was a newcomer, and I always have some feelings of trepidation before meeting a new client, after all it’s impossible to really analyse someone completely, over the phone, and the phone is how I get most of my clients.

This one said his name was Jim, he claimed that he wanted to be my slave. He said he was experienced and prepared for all the punishment and humiliation I could hand out. All of which may be true, but until I get a slave in my own hands, I never know whether they can cope with me. Read the rest of this entry »

“Author’s note:

This story is intended as humor, not as material for a quick wank, so be warned. It’s not meant to be funny, either. Just amusing.

My thanks go out to all those writers who produce well written, will imagined, detailed and erotic stories on web sites and forums such as this. Without reading quality work, I wouldn’t have bothered to submit my own. This is not otherwise consciously based on any one writer, idea or work. All characters are fictitious (unfortunately), and any similarity… Read the rest of this entry »

“David, we need you to go to New York for a week, is that OK?”

These were the words that greeted Dave Christopher as he walked into the MD`s office. It always raised a smile upon his face when the Managing Director called me David. It was Dave to everyone else, and he knew it, but Dave supposed that it was his way of showing his authority.

“Absolutely fine Sir,” replied Dave” but what am I going there for?”

“We need someone to set up, and initiate their new operating system, and as you designed it, we feel you are the obvious choice. I was hoping that you would agree Dave, and took the liberty of telling them to expect you at 8am, one week on Monday.” Read the rest of this entry »

Had it really been a year since my capture? My beloved Master announced the week before that our anniversary was near, and he had a special plan to celebrate it. I could only nod my surprise, as the time had passed so swiftly.

“A year…” I repeated.

He looked closely at me.

“Any regrets, my sweetness?” he asked.

“Never,” I answered, my arms winding around his neck as my lips met his. “Every day I wonder how I lived without your touch.”

Strong fingers wound through my hair, dragging my head back until my neck stretched tight. His mouth lowered, and I moaned at the slight pain of his bite. My body began to melt as he held me, now sucking the flesh. Read the rest of this entry »

“Second installment, dedicated to ria0262. Sorry it took so long. I’m lazy”.

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Lana stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, wondering what was becoming of her. She was losing more of herself with each encounter she had with Khalid, but she didn’t know how to stop it. His arm tightened around her, as if knowing, even when he was sleeping, when she was having rebellious thoughts.

It seemed like he could read her mind. He knew when she was resisting him, and he knew when she was giving in, without words. He’d invaded her mind along with her body. Read the rest of this entry »

“Before we begin our next game, I think you should sign the slut like everyone else she’s fucked.” BB handed the sharpie marker to Laci who finally decided on the spot where my pubic hair had been.

“Bitch,” I said through clenched teeth, still smarting from the paddling she’d given my pussy only minutes before. From where I lay I could see Laci’s eyes greedily devouring me. It was a look I’d seen before in BB’s eyes, she had enjoyed hurting me and was looking forward to brutalizing me some more. Read the rest of this entry »

was hanging with my friend Karen one Saturday night, and we were drinking beers and watching a movie. Usually I am with a bigger group of people or with my boyfriend on Saturday night, but somehow just the two of us had ended up alone together at her apartment. It was about midnight when she came up with an unusual bet, and I took the bait.

Karen was drinking Heineken out of a big glass pint mug. I was drinking small glasses of one of my favorite cocktails, Amaretto sours.

“Hey, Miranda, do you ever drink that Amaretto stuff straight, or do you always mix it?” Karen asked me. Read the rest of this entry »

Kate felt the plane start to move and whimpered as tears began to roll down her face. She was able to move some more and managed to roll into a fetal position, as if that would somehow protect her.

Dimly, she felt Ahmed remove her shoes and begin to unbutton the long cotton dress he had made her wear. Part of her mind registered his gentleness. Part of her wanted to fight, but why? He had already proven he had the upper hand, he could over power her.

The plane bumped along as it taxied. There was no help for her here. None. Her mind moved ahead frantically. They would have to refuel, but it was doubtful she would be let out of the plane or anywhere near the people at that airport. If he were smart, she thought, he would knock her out just to be safe. Somehow she had to avoid that. Read the rest of this entry »

*Journey Into Submission: The Training*

“Hellllo-oh.” Fingers snapped under Ruby’s nose and she blinked, focusing on her friend Diane’s exasperated face.

“Anybody home?”

Ruby smiled apologetically and nodded. “I’m sorry Diane. What were you saying?”

Diane wrinkled her nose and then grinned, “He’s really something, huh?”

Ruby could feel the hot sweep of a blush climb her neck and spread over her cheeks. Lord! She was too old to be blushing like a teenager.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Read the rest of this entry »