Show your Lines

She was dripping wet, her clothes and business demeanor gratefully discarded after a long days work. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she walked. Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off of her nude body.

“I’m all wet.” She said and giggled.

He sipped his cup of wine and nodded, slowly wiping a drop of water from his cheek. “So I noticed.” (more…)

After eating the dry oats breakfast, Brandie stood dressed and bound in her ponygirl tack waiting for Ryan’s return. She tried to compose herself and comprehend the situation she found herself once again forced into. Freedom was so quickly stolen from her grasp; Brandie needed time to catch up with reality. Time to accept what her body, dressed as it was, already had. Brandie looked at the reins fastened to the bridle that was buckled on her head, the corset tightly laced around her waist and the strange boots on her feet. This was her new life and she needed to accept it. (more…)

“[FM/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail]

Synopsis: This story is the first part of a 5 part assignment written for a Taskmaster from the BDSM Library Academy. The instructions set for this assignment were to write a fantasy story about a sexual rendezvous with a real life person who I despise. The Bitch is just such a person and in this first part, my attempt to confront her over an affair I believed she was having with my husband backfires. It starts a bit slowly but progresses through a series of subtle blackmail scenarios before I am ultimately humiliated.” (more…)

“*Please note: All characters are of a legal and consenting age. Enjoy! ;)”

Spread out on the bed, she cannot see. her eyes have been blindfolded, and her legs are spread eagled, tied to the edge of the bed. The only sound she can hear, is the sound of her own breath… steadily rising… and falling….

A door closes to her left. It’s Him. her breath quickens as she motions her head towards the sound of His voice.

“Don’t move little one… if you move i will have to hurt you”

Going completely still, she returns to her original position, mouth open, ready for His use, in any way He sees fit. She doesn’t want to displease Him in any way, her only goal is to make Him happy. From the other side of the room, she hears a drawer opening. Footsteps grow closer and closer to her, and her milky-white skin starts to tingle. (more…)

Fully clothed, I walk down the long wide corridor, noting the room numbers on the doors. Naked, collared, and leashed, you crawl at my side, the cold cement floor hard beneath your hands and knees, the cool air causing your nipples to pucker proudly. The penis gag silences your few whimpers of discomfort, and the downdraft from an overhead A/C grate reminds you of your exposure as you crawl directly underneath it.

In time, I come to a door and stop, and you instinctively stop behind me; at my tug on the leash, you move into position beside me and stop again. I quickly enter a code into the keypad beside the door, and you hear the lock disengage. I push open the door and enter first, with you crawling in tow, ultimately closing the door behind us and causing it to automatically lock anew. (more…)

We had been discussing having our nipples pierced for a long time. We had no experience of it, knew nobody, who had any permanent piercing, but we had been experimenting with “play piercing” for several years.

Our play piercing started as we began to explore our love. Simultaneously we had both realised that we have extraordinarily high pain thresholds.

She has a beautiful, completely hairless body. Even when I met her she was completely devoid of any body hair, other than a mass of tight natural blond curls, which is always cut very short. Hairdressing remains ridiculously simple. She sits cross-legged, stark naked, on a stool. She runs her fingers all over her head to stand the curls up. I take all my clothes off, and I cut her hair. It has been an evening ritual, every week or so, for a very long time. (more…)

Thursday is my favorite day of the week - that’s the day the travel assignments for the following week are announced. You see, I’m an insurance adjuster at a large property insurer based in Tennessee, and my job requires me to travel for several days at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family life, it’s just that I have particular needs that aren’t met at home.

Allow me to explain: I’m in my mid-forties, and my husband is 20 years older than I am. He’s a wonderful man, and a great father to our children, but I’ve discovered a facet of myself that he just can’t satisfy. Through exploration and self-analysis, I’ve found that I am profoundly submissive. I crave humiliation, bondage, utter submission to the will of a strong, powerful dominant man. Rough treatment at the hands of a stranger makes me come alive - having my nipples twisted and cruelly clamped, my pussy and clit spanked, cropped, or whipped, being forced to suck cock and swallow cum - all of these things take me to another place, another space, where I experience the most incredible orgasms I’ve ever known. I’ve had groups of men and women use and abuse me in this manner, and it always leads to the same result - skyrocket orgasms, one after another, piling on top of each other until I’m lost in a sea of pleasure! I find that the more orgasms I have, the more powerful they become, and I’ve actually lost consciousness as the sensations overwhelm me. (more…)

Chapter One

W/we met on the internet and had talked together in messenger and email for several months now. W/we were always friends, flirty and chatty and then one day it became more intense. The more aggressive Master became the more submissive His pet became although she did not realise it at the time…Master knew, and watched and waited patiently for His pet to become more aware.

One day she asked her friend why He always seemed to know what she wanted but Master was not to be drawn so easily and he teased her some more. He began her favourite role play in which he had kidnapped her and was making her his sex slave totally submissive to his desires. He teased her “look out pet one day I will do this and it will be real and you will live in my dungeon until you have learned how to become a truly good and submissive slave” She giggled and quipped back “sure and i will beg for more!” Half way through the intense and very hot scene pet stopped. She was trembling and near to cumming. “How do You make me feel this way?” (more…)

i woke a short time later, and stretched. Papa was nowhere to be found, so i decided to shower and get ready for the upcoming meeting with Rachel. i glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10pm. She would be here in 45 minutes or so, and my pussy was already getting wet. i had never done anything with a woman before, but since meeting Papa, i had gotten excited about it. i made sure that my pussy and legs were smooth, with no stubble, and when i got out of the shower, i caught the reflection of my backside in the mirror. my butt was bright red, and you could make out brush and belt marks all over the cheeks. They were Papa”s ownership marks, and i loved them. (more…)

Here goes nothing, or everything, depending upon how you perceive it…

“I want it. I want it now, please.”

“Good girl. Very good.

He reaches for my hair, caresses gently, runs his fingers through it, grabs a handful, squeezes and jams his rock hard prick into my hot wet cunt, pulling on my hair as he fucks me. Damn! For a beginner, he’s sure caught on quickly!

He’s like a kid in a candy store, his hands are everywhere. Reaching around to squeeze my breasts, my shoulders, my ass, my thighs, fingering my clit clumsily, but effectively, and I begin to feel it build. (more…)