As they entered the hotel lobby Gino could hear the faint tinkle of little bells. This jingling brought a small smile of pleasure to his face. The woman on his arm was his wife, Daniella. A stunner, at only five feet tall but she carried her stature so well she looked taller. Maybe it was her five-inch heels. One could not help but notice such a handsome pair. They were like bookends; their dark hair and eyes, of the same height, athletic and tanned bodies. He surprised her this weekend. He spoiled her with two days and nights at her favorite spa and with him at her side the whole weekend. Gino gave her a clip for her clitoris to mark the occasion. Tonight was the first time she wore the clip. It was ten of the tiniest little brass Indian bells you ever have ... Read More»

I am kneeling before you. Eyes downcast, waiting. A shadow passes across my face and for a moment I forget myself and glance up to see what cast it... and my eyes meet your cock, standing ready, so close... a tiny gasp catches in my throat, and then I remember and lower my gaze. Then your fingers, so gentle, are playing across my features, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, my jaw, sliding underneath to my throat. I am trembling. Still gentle and yet demanding now, your hand closes slightly, grasping, tilting my face upward. Permission to meet your eyes has not been given and so I carefully keep my lashes lowered, peeking through at what still stands ready before me, pulse quickening, mouth and tongue heating, lips wanting, dying to part but held firmly shut by my ... Read More»

Megan was still asleep, and I had been watching her for nearly twenty minutes. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves over the pillow and her face was peaceful and content. I smiled as I watched her breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths. The sheet had fallen down around her waist, leaving her chest exposed. I slowly moved my hand over to her breasts. They were still asleep, just like the rest of her, but I had made up my mind to wake them up. I slowly began tracing her nipple, barely touching it, very carefully circling her breast. The nipple sprang to life. I increased the pressure a little bit, rubbing the nipple until it jutted out from Megan's breast like a hard little rock. It was only then that Megan stirred. She moaned ... Read More»

Over the years I've had the opportunity...no... the privilege of painting the most exquisite canvases, but Kay was the most unique and challenging. I remember her sashaying into the room with that 'All that and a bag of chips' attitude. I knew from simply looking at her that she'd never had to beg, never had to work at getting any man to do her bidding. She was perfection personified and she knew it, from her deep raven locks to her dainty feet and all the space in between. He, of course, was not just 'any Man'. He was Master/Dom/Top and by the end of this adventure, He would skillfully bring out her true self, the one she kept locked away from the world. Time, always the great teller, would be judge. I am, if anything else, patient. I knew my talents ... Read More»

It had been too easy. Darkwood was amazed how easy it had been. She had come out of the club, stiletto heels clicking against the dull grey concrete. The parking ramp he followed her to was deserted. No security cameras were in evidence, and he surprised her as she prepared to unlock her car. A quick blow to the base of the blonde's skull dropped her to her knees. The gagged bondage hood and handcuffs were applied within seconds, filament tape wrapped around her elegant ankles He scooped up the keys from the floor and unlocked the trunk, unceremoniously dumping the semi-conscious woman inside. Darkwood smoothed his thinning hair, grinning broadly as he slammed the trunk and climbed into the vehicle, pausing only to retrieve his victim's purse and discarded ... Read More»

I lay next to you, my new beautiful slut, enjoying the sight of your smooth pale skin covered with a sheen of sweat, beads of moisture running down between your breasts. Your chest still rising and falling as you breathe deeply, relaxing after the first orgasm of the night. "How was that my slut?" I ask you, tracing the tips of my fingers down your neck, feeling the pulse beating though the almost translucent skin. "Just what I needed sir," you giggle, arching your back as you stretch out before me, rubbing the blood back into your wrists, released from the handcuffs. "Hmm and hopefully not all you're going to get!" I laugh, tweaking your nipple with a grin. "Let's see what's on the TV." I say, walking over to pick ... Read More»

Gloria felt strange sitting in front of her husband’s computer. In fact, she was a bit uneasy sitting in his chair in the den. The den was off limits to Gloria and the kids. It was Sal’s inner sanctum. She reached out and pressed the ON button before she could change her mind. Sal had been acting so out of character lately. Gloria had wondered if he were having problems at the bank. What if he lost his job? What if he were embezzling or something? The wife was always the last to know. Gloria did not intend to be one of those wives. She accessed the Internet and quickly pulled up the History page. She might be a stay-at-home mom, but she spent plenty of time using her own computer. Gloria was no tech-idiot. She assumed Sal would be too arrogant ... Read More»

As he strode out into the blinding sunlight, Galen had no idea what to do next. PeeJay was getting heavy, and the as-yet nameless blonde, while not putting up any resistance, was also not helping him any. About this time he noticed that the blonde's hands were bound together by what amounted to leather handcuffs, and that her skimpy costume, which had been provocative enough in the semi-darkness of the bar, proved to be pretty much not there in full daylight. [Oh shit! We're gonna get arrested!] When he could tear his eyes away from her body, he looked into her eyes, and was irretrievably lost. Her bright, clear emerald irises drew him in like a moth to the flame, and it was quite awhile before he regained enough composure to speak. "How did you get ... Read More»

Dana yawned and stretched, combing her fingers through her dark, wavy hair. She refastened the tortoiseshell barrette at the nape of her neck that was supposed to make it look neat and professional – "supposed to" being the operative words. It always seemed to look as if she'd just rolled out of bed. Oh well. Her eyes drifted between the three camera monitors; still nothing exciting going on, and it was almost closing time. She leaned back in the slightly creaky leather chair and put her feet up on the solid oak desk. Being the loss-prevention officer for her friend Jade's exclusive shop was really a dream job. Trashy Treasures was an upscale boutique, located in a trendy section of downtown -- not a bad neighborhood -- a place for fashionable, stylish ... Read More»

To be my girlfriend you must accept that I don't want to fuck your pussy. The only pleasure a woman should get is from being sexually submissive. This means that the only sex you're going to be allowed to enjoy is getting your ass and throat fucked. You may play with yourself while I am using your other holes, but that is the only way you're going to be allowed to cum. Even if you masturbate, I want you to have something in your ass and/or throat when you're doing so. You'll need to ask for permission every time you masturbate or orgasm if I'm fucking you. And I won't always say yes, either. I want you horny and frustrated most of the time. If you want to be my girlfriend, you'll have to be prepared to have every aspect of your life controlled by me. I'm going ... Read More»

He smiled as he watched her sleep, as always stunned by her beauty. Not a conventional beauty, but to him she was the most incredible woman who ever lived. Her long reddish brown hair fanned over the pillow, framing a delicate face. Thick lashes shadowed high cheekbones. Well shaped lips parted slightly in slumber. She lay on her back, her body displayed to him. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped with large nipples. A slightly rounded belly led to gently flaring hips. She was short, only five foot, but her legs were perfectly formed, with strong thighs, shapely calves, narrow ankles, ending in tiny feet. Her skin was like the finest of creams, soft and silky. Oh, how he loved to just look at her. He had been in love with her for over a year but now she was ... Read More»

she reread her email. A task, He had given her a task. she let out a small squeal of delight, a way to show that she was growing and learning and wanting to please Him. she was nervous, excited and scared. Would she fail Him in this simple but well thought task? she wanted to do it completely right. As soon as she read the email, her nerves were anxious. At least it was a task that she could do in the privacy of her own home. she talked with Him about it, read over every detail and knew that she would enjoy this task. she asked if she was allowed to go to do it right then, but He said no, He wanted to keep talking with her. she smiled and laughed as He did at her desire to complete the task. she would be able to complete it the next day. she hugged her arms ... Read More»

As she waited in her car, Brenda couldn’t believe she was here again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. “My God”, she thought, “I’m a happily married wife and mother, why can’t I stop doing this?” Brenda was the prototype “Soccer Mom”. She was 33 years old, married 10 years, with a 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter, living in the suburbs. Her husband was just what she dreamed of as a girl. Loving, hansom, dedicated to her and the kids, a good provider, he genuinely enjoyed being a family man She appeared to be totally absorbed in the lifestyle of a stay at home Mom. Driving kids to school in the morning, keeping the house just right, volunteer work at a number of charities and civic groups, picking up kids in the ... Read More»

"I knew you were a faggot", Megan said as I moved to my hands and knees. "I knew you would suck a guy's dick. I knew you would let a guy fuck you in the ass." I had been watching her as she peeled off I had her clothing. Her pussy, by itself, was still lovely. It was perfectly colored, perfectly layered, and small. She was creamier than any girl I had ever known, capable of pulling long strings of white goo and playing with them like so much hot taffy. I remembered a time when she was a pretty girl- very nearly beautiful. Now her body was fat, her face plump. Around the stretch marks and between the proximity of her thighs however, I found it sexy as she played with her sticky pussy. What was getting her off was easily summed up in a single word-control. ... Read More»

I stare at the door in front of me, hand clenched into a fist at my side as I debate turning around and leaving. I could pretend I'd never caved like this, pretend I'd never stood staring at the wooden grains and brass knocker. Who am I kidding? I couldn't do that. Not again. I knock, ignoring the hoop of metal affixed to the door, and step back. Lip caught between my teeth I hold my hands together in front of me, trying to keep them from shaking. Maybe he's not home, I hope. That would be a blessing. A sign that there is indeed some benevolent spirit watching out for me. No such luck, the door opens and he's there, looking at me with some mix of shock and amusement registering in his face. That charming smile and he steps aside, no questions asked "Come on in." ... Read More»