Show your Lines

Dan prepared for the evening with an air of confidence and arrogance about him. He was nearing the end of his senior year in high school and, as with many of his fellow classmates, he was feeling nearly bulletproof. He was already accepted to college and knew that virtually nothing academically, short of actually failing a class, could have any impact on him.

Oddly, as he seemed to care less and less about classes his grades stayed the same or seemed to almost improve. It was almost as if he had relaxed just enough to not get too nervous for tests or too worried of failure. As the year progressed he also had been getting rowdier and rowdier outside of classes. His fellow senior teammates on the football team and he had started acting up more and more in school. Nothing ever that would get them in serious trouble, but certainly trouble enough that they were becoming pains in the asses of some of the teachers and administrators. Read the rest of this entry »

Mandy awoke with Sandra tightly spooned to her body. She untangled herself without waking her lover, crept to the shower and rinsed the sweat and other residue of the previous night from her body. She slid across the floor and to the bedroom door; her lover was now on her back snoring (such a cute sound!), perfect in her innocence. Mandy carefully moved into the front room.

William sat with his paper; Beth’s head was in his lap, her body sprawled on the couch. She glowed, her world perfect in every way with William right there. Mandy sighed; she would never become that submissive, but the temptation of an uncomplicated world… Read the rest of this entry »

my fingers intertwined with hers as we made our way to His room. our bare feet padded softly along the tiled floor, our silks rustled softly as we moved quickly down the hallway. she glanced over at me, smiling a little. It had been nearly a month since we all started living together, the two of us serving our Master together. He’s talked to both of us for weeks about each other. we paused just before opening the door, her fingers pushing into my hair, smoothing it out, her soft lips kissing my cheek gently. Never before had i known another slave to be so kind to me, without the underlying element of jealousy that always seemed to accompany them. my mouth curled into a little smile, my breath catching in anticipation of the evening. Read the rest of this entry »

The email message was short and brief; just the name of a motel and a room number, with the words “7:00 pm Wed. ….. Bring your toys,” written beneath it. I felt a shiver run through me as I read the words. I carefully packed a travel bag with my dildo, vibrator and butt plug and put it out in the car that morning. All day, I could feel myself growing more excited, and more nervous, as the hours sped by.

I pulled into the parking space in front of the room number at 6:59 exactly. The curtains were drawn over the window; no light could be seen in the room. I grabbed my purse and my travel bag, stepped out of the car and went to the door. It was only 4 short steps, but it felt like a mile, I was so keyed up with anticipation of what was waiting for me behind that closed door. Read the rest of this entry »

*The Trainer Part 2 – April’s Story*

Prologue

The room was dark and musty. A single small lamp in the corner - an antique to be sure - lit the room. It was furnished with things that would pass for museum pieces. The room appeared frozen in time, out-of-place and yet perfect for the moment.

It had been so long since she saw him. It seemed an eternity since the picture was painted and yet the days were few. Night and day passed here as she waited and learned the things he had for her to do. Sewing and reading by dim light, watching and waiting day by day. Warm water brought in every day for bathing and a chamber pot sat in the corner. These were always well taken care of and she only had to ask for anything that she wanted. There was a small foyer where she occasionally heard footsteps but never a word was spoken there. Read the rest of this entry »

*Amy, No.1: Of butt plugs and vibrators.*

“Introduction:

Amy came to me only about two weeks ago. She lives and works in London, England; you may detect her accent in the following accounts. She asked me to control part of her life, primarily her sex life, for fun and enrichment. I accepted when she agreed to my simple “rules of engagement:” Everything must be voluntary, she must aid me in understanding her and designing assignments to challenge and expand her limits, and she must grant me permission to use her reports in any way I wish – primarily to share with others and to post them publicly, such as here on Literotica. Read the rest of this entry »

“I wanted to say thank you to the One that helped me write and get this ready for submission, ~smiles~ You know who you are.

As always feel free to vote and send feedback, its always appreciated.”

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CRACK

Standing behind her desk Mary Elizabeth watches as the girls turn around in their desks looking for the source of the noise. Nodding to them she starts to greet the class when she notices Jacquelyn in the back… cell phone on and chattering away. Making her way from behind the desk leaving the ruler on the edge of it Mary moves towards her. Read the rest of this entry »

*By Katherine English and Captain Dee*

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Katherine:

I trembled…ever so slightly.

Sitting on the wet tiles, I watched Him labor between my thighs in the muted steam of the shower. His fingers were gentle… so gentle as they slipped between my “lips”, stretching them outward as he passed the blade over my sex, erasing my auburn thatch and leaving my pink flesh bare before His gaze.

Had it been only five days since my fateful jump into the icy water…only five days? It seemed a lifetime. The old Katherine would never have done this…never even considered this…and yet there I was. Read the rest of this entry »

The booth. We’d talked about it and joked about it. We even called it his “cage”. He hated it and yet spent every day there, in a dull job, doing dull things and waiting on dull people. I had teased him mercilessly while he was in there, forcing him to wait on customers with raging erections, even gotten him so aroused that he had willingly come in his pants and had to sit there, the rest of the day, with that sticky, cooling reminder of what I could do. And now…here it was.

He had no idea I was in town. I hadn’t mentioned it because I relished the element of surprise and felt excited about seeing his expression. I wondered, though, if he would even recognize me out of my “context”, so to speak. Living, breathing, touching and feeling as opposed to sitting behind a computer screen and consisting of words and static images. Getting the address for his work had been a bitch without tipping off him or his fiancé, but I’d managed to remember the street he’d answered with when I called him one time, and gone from there. Read the rest of this entry »

There were two full size mirrors above me. Each set off from the crossbeam and angled so that I was able to see myself chained spread-eagled on the big bed I had seen earlier. There were leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. They were each attached to the lower rings on the bedposts. My bikini bottoms were still on. A ball gag was fixed in my mouth. There was a wide leather collar around my neck. Fastened to either side were chains that ran to the bottom side rails. Helping to hold my head in position was some sort of harness that was connected to the wall behind my head. I could only manage to move a few inches in any direction. Read the rest of this entry »