Show your Lines

The morning sun warmed the bedroom, and I snuggled down under the sheets, still half asleep. Slowly I became conscious that the other half of the bed was empty. I stretched out, enjoying the half dazed relaxation. Almost instantly, I was aware of the aching need of my body. For days He had denied me an orgasm, until I was at the point of near madness. Of course, simply being denied an orgasm was one thing… being teased and brought to a peak over and over without release, for several days in a row, was another thing entirely. I had long forgotten the reason behind this. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think it had to do with patience… or more correctly, my LACK of patience. Read the rest of this entry »

“This is a continuation of the true account of my training of Tina. For the introduction, please read “On Training Subs - Tina, Day 01″”

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I met Tina at her home again on the second day. She had received an introduction to what was to come, and now was the time to test her commitment to what she said she wanted. There are many, many girls who think being owned is what they want, but when faced with the reality of the situation, it is too much for them. This is okay: the lifestyle isn’t for everyone. Read the rest of this entry »

“This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.”

The heat was nice, against my cock. Her body was hot, and so was mine. That, and the friction of our skin rubbing together was intense. I kept increasing my speed, as she writhed beneath me. I had said it would be fun, and it was.

I shifted into high gear, and really started to give it to her good. Her cries were only on my forward strokes, and her face was bouncing against the drool drenched leather seat with each one. She was still pleading, but they were mostly cries of pain, I’m sure. Read the rest of this entry »

“This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. ”

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James got down off the desk, and started over to the girls. I started to get down, but when Rita saw James, she stopped him. Obviously, she wasn’t finished with her fun, and sent James back to the desk.

I smiled at James, when he hopped back up on the desk. “We gonna need more popcorn?” I joked. Read the rest of this entry »

It had been a while since I’d seen you. My excitement grew as My pet , My lover ,My friend walked through My door. Sheepishly, you looked at Me through long lush eyelashes any woman would die to possess.

“Come here My pet. Tell Me how have you been.”

Sitting at My feet, gazing up at Me, you tell Me of your hard arduous week. I could see the strain on your handsome face and feel the tension in strong shoulders as I caressed them.

Standing, I took your hand and led you to My bedroom. There in the middle of My expansive room was an ornate four poster brass bed; on one side a teak chest containing all of My prize toys; on the other side a stand with My oils, lotions and potions to soothe the tension from My lovers delicious body. Read the rest of this entry »

“Author’s note:

First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story.

This is a continuation of a story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order.

Lastly, if you haven’t read the Author’s note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so.

Peter

Now on to the story: ”

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I stepped away from her and slapped her hard on the ass. She jumped. “Okay, you can stand up now.” Read the rest of this entry »

I inhale the fragrance of the roses, taking my time before reading the card. A wicked smile as I read his words, “My Special Valentine, the rose is a symbol of my love, timeless, created by God, but its beauty can be dangerous, beware the thorns….Love Daddy”

During our four year relationship, I have learned that when Bob calls himself “Daddy” it means I am in for a very special night.

I was rushing through the afternoon paperwork and watching the snow blowing outside my window when the receptionist phoned to say I had another package. A million ideas raced through my mind as I made my way to the front desk. It could have been as simple as a box of chocolates, but remembering Bobs words, “Love Daddy” it could be anything. A big box wrapped in crimson red tissue paper with a heart shaped bow and ribbon was waiting for me. Rushing back to my office, catching the usual slack about being a “spoiled brat” I couldn’t help but giggle and say to myself, “if they only knew”. Like a kid at Christmas I ripped the paper from the box, tissue and bows flying all over my desk, a hundred wicked ideas racing through my mind, I find a small card taped to the box…it simply reads “Dinner 6 P.M. sharp, our dining room, don’t be late..Love Daddy” Read the rest of this entry »

“I”m not going to ask you one more time, Cindy!” You said in exasperation

I glared at you stubbornly.

“Do you think its easy for me?” you asked, “Do you think its easy to be the one that always has to maintain control. Do you really think it”s always so easy?” You looked at me questioningly and then when I didn”t answer, you turned and removed your watch and set it on the dresser. “Especially when I”m dealing with someone as stubborn as you can be,” you added in a softer voice while your back was turned. Read the rest of this entry »

“**A Note: This is a 3 part story, the first two parts are not necessary, but they build up well to this story. I recommend reading them.**”

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I woke up a bit confused and quite unsure of where I was, yet again. It was dark, and I was groggy. I was kneeling on the floor it seemed, although there must had been a pillow under my knees. I could feel something soft, but it was too dark to see. My head was leaning against the wall that was beside me, and I just tried to let my eyes focus. Everything just felt weird, my muscles felt like jelly. I couldn’t even remember what happened this morning. What happened? What happ… oh! It slowly started sinking back in, the test, being tied to the desk, and the sex. Oh the sex! Read the rest of this entry »

*Author’s Note:* “I’ve received some requests to continue this storyline, even though I thought it had come to a natural conclusion with Ch. 3. Being a man and therefore completely unable to resist most female requests (especially if they’re reasonable), I’ve tried to oblige. I’m not sure if it will be as well-received, but I did enjoy writing it and it’s another ultimate male fantasy! Any feedback you may have, positive or negative, is always welcome.”

I was here again, just outside Mr. K.’s door. But this time, I was here of my own choosing, not because I was being blackmailed. The realization I had come to after three ’sessions’ with Mr. K. was undeniable. I was ruined for regular sex. He’d changed something fundamentally in me. It had been over a month since I’d been given ‘parole’ by my boss – and a more tortured, confused and miserable month I can’t remember. Read the rest of this entry »