CHAPTER ONE After being married for eleven years to my husband Barry, who is a scientist in a well-known pharmaceutical company, I decided we needed our sex life to be enhanced. Don't get me wrong, this part of our marriage has been good, but I feel it could be raised to a higher level. Privately, I have always fantasised about wearing a very tight-laced corset and being restricted in some way.

I think I let you off to easy last Christmas. Instead of just giving you a Christmas present, I think this Christmas it might be more fun to have you work a little bit first in order to get it. So I invented a little game that you must endure in order to get your present. We begin the game with me slowly striping you naked in the bedroom. As I do this I begin to tell you how this little game will work and you begin to get a little excited.

Christina is a thirty two year old partnered woman who is looking for something more sexually exciting in her life. She asked me to write this story involving her, where she would like to be the submissive, letting a man take her. She also specified that toys, restraints and anal sex needed to be included. Christina needs to have her fantasies and desires realized. They are things which she doesn't feel comfortable discussing with her partner, so she has looked elsewhere.

Christina is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to bed-down. Her measurements are a flawless 38-24-34. Her dark brown eyes constantly sparkle with lust, and those luscious lips of hers just beg to have a hard cock shoved between them. But most importantly, she loves sex - all kinds of sex - just as much as I do. The following is a recap of just one of our many encounters.

We became friends senior year in high school. She just transferred and was in the lucky 18 club. What this meant was we were both over 18 and at that time in New Jersey you could legally drink alcohol amount other things! I was a budding submissive, hooked on legs in stockings and willing to do what was told of me. She was somewhat shy, tall (5'10'), with small tits (32aa) that we're not much more than nipples but a killer ass and perfect legs.

An opening note, just so everyone is aware this is a true story that occurred years ago. May seem rushed but doing my best to remember as much detail as possible.... Before I left her house Christine went outside with me and told me to pick her up at 8 pm for the movies. Also, wear gym shorts and leave underwear home! She then kissed me goodbye, rubbing my cock as I groaned.

I was surprised that she called me the next night and had me come over. She had written a set of rules for me to follow when I wasn't with her. I was not allowed to read them there, only agree. If not it was over between us. Being the horny boy I was I agreed on the spot. For my reward we went to her basement and she had me lay on my back on the couch, only shirt off.

© JeanPaul 2002. Remember – adhere to 'safe, sane and consensual' practices. Play safe! chrissie and stephen turned into the lane. The full moon shone through the trees, adding to the eerie feeling they were both experiencing. they were both nervous as they drove through the forest toward the lights that blinked in the distance. As they came into the clearing and saw the house, they looked at each other as if to ask if they really wanted to go through with this.

Chrissie finally made the appointment, but after months of research she had decided she really wanted it more than anything. Just the thought made her tingle and make her panties moist. She had three more days to wait, the appointment was at 10pm. Chrissie closed her eyes and started masturbating under the covers, her fingers lightly touching her clit, she had a small orgasm enough to curb her appetite and she then fell asleep fingers still in her panties.

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; very much depending on your position in the Chattersby Company hierarchy. From the management point of view, it was the best of times. After 10 years of Republican rule Washington, DC, business practices had run amok. The government worked very hard to favor business and business had taken great advantage of the situation, especially in the areas of employee relations.

So this is my first story. Any feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy. I'm stressed out. Like really so damn stressed. My parents were out of town, something about a vacation retreat that they "needed" to drop everything for and go. I've never been home alone, and I'm 18. I'm wearing a loose tank top and short shorts as I'm trying to occupy my mind by studying for final exams even though my grades were perfect I just needed something to make me not think about someone walking into my house.

Disclaimer: All characters involved are over the age of 18. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A white, thick rug sprawled across the hard wood floor was the only comfortable object that lay in the room of Mistress Amber's garage. Aside from the shelves attached to the wall that were displaying an assortment of lubes, butt plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes. Directly underneath the bottom shelf were paddles, whips, floggers and rope. Lots and lots of rope.

The boss waited till the rest of the employees had cleared out to call me into his office. "Yes, Mr. Spears?" "Christian," Spears slid an envelope across his desk. He was short and shaped more round then straight so he had to lean off his seat to reach me. He knew I didn't like being called Christian but he also thought money could buy him out of everything. I looked into the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.

Pamela was yard saleing, Going to yard sales was one of her Saturday morning rituals. She seldom actually bought anything but slowly picking through other peoples junk was a good way to relax and get to look though other peoples lives. The things people thought might sell were amazing and were often as unique and informative as asking direct questions. At least the things for sale didn't lie and the window into heir lives was very telling.

After months of chatting about deep-rooted, kinky BDSM fantasies, I finally decided that I had to meet him in person. I recently discovered my submissive tendencies and met him online through an adult alternative lifestyle website. A year ago, I would have never guessed that I had these primal lusty urges hidden within. After all, I was a bored housewife whose husband had been ignoring her for years now. Because of this, I felt myself needing more, but more of what I initially did not know.

Mary stood in her small kitchen, moving gracefully around the room while tending to her delicious concoctions. She loved to create tasty meals for her loved ones, and the food she made was showered in her emotions and love. There was no doubt in my mind that she took extreme pleasure in serving others such wonderful dishes. Her beauty was like no other, with her long flowing hair pulled back in a way that accentuated her gorgeous facial features, including her big smile.

I was already sitting at a booth. It was late during the middle of the week. Cindy didn’t get off from her job as a store manager at a women’s clothing store until eleven. The bar closed at twelve. It was eleven thirty when I saw Cindy walk through the door. The place was empty. I motioned for her to come over and got up. “Sit down Cindy, I want to talk to you.

He'd been eyeing her since she first enrolled in his class. Cindy was the type of girl who took the first seat at the front of the class for two reasons. In reality, she wanted to learn. But, there was no denying her eagerness to please. Early in the semester he had noticed her tendency to dress provocatively. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, he was the only who had the pleasure of sneaking a peek under her skirt.

Cindy sat naked at the edge of the tub patiently waiting for the bath to fill. As the water reached the desired temperature, she leaned over and shut off the faucet. Rick entered the bathroom holding Cindy's fleece lined leather wrist and ankle cuffs. "I want you smooth and clean tonight. I have a big surprise for you." Cindy smiled at Rick. "Yes Sir," then slowly lowered herself into the hot bubble bath.

Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he was legally married) and two other "

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Cindy Gets Motivation -- Chapter 1 I moved into my condo about six months ago. It fits my needs perfectly. As I am now a single guy, I don't need much room, it is only a short walk to a beautiful park, and since it is a gated community there is little noise or strangers knocking at your door.

Cindy was a thirty-one year old submissive involved in her first R/T relationship. Her Master was strict but a very loving older man. It was Saturday afternoon when Cindy decided to take advantage of the quietness in the house. Rick was next door helping the neighbors and her children were at her ex-husbands for the weekend. Cindy's chores were done and now it was a little down time for her. She got undressed and slowly lowered herself in the hot water bubble bath she had drawn for herself.

Friday lunchtime had come and gone, and Chloe was getting worried. She was already getting 15 lashes this evening, and she had completely failed to get Tim to take another look and watch her masturbate. God knows how many I will get for that, she thought. He had sat in the same desk Thursday and today but hadn't looked, which she found strange, as he had never sat there until Monday.

This Chapter like all the story has been edited by TRCIII, I would like to thank him for the hard work in making this story as good as it can be! Chloe sat at her desk. It was not long to home time on Wednesday, and she was looking forward to seeing Andy. She was not sure why he had made the last two days hard; the vibrating love egg had a lot to answer for.

It was early Tuesday Morning, and Chloe was in the office a good 50 minutes earlier than normal. Yesterday evening, Andy had given her a task, when she was given it she had no idea how to complete it. After a lot of thought last night she was ready. The task was to film herself completely naked in 3 public places. If she was caught or found out, she would be punished.

Emma looked shocked. Horrified, actually. Her mouth was moving, but not a sound came out. Chloe had just finished telling her best friend about Andy. It was a little more than ten weeks since that first day with Andy, and Emma was the first person to whom she had spilled all the details. Finally, Emma managed to form real words, and said, "Almost three months?" "Yes. It has been fabulous," Chloe replied.

Chloe walked down to the family mansion for the reading of the will. She had high hopes even though she was 21 she was a girl and couldn't legally own anything, the only reason she was free had clothes was because her father cared so much about her to keep her protected. She hated nudity and didn't want anyone to see her naked. She had her father buy her personal slaves that were blind so they would not see her naked.

He arrived at three o'clock, punctual, as she knew he would be. Chloe had been in a high state of agitation well before the buzz that signalled his arrival. He had forbidden her to touch herself from the morning and her frantic pre-dawn fingering and dildo play had only heightened the excitement she felt. "Please," she had begged as he entered the flat. "Please, just let me have one little come.

The pain was unpleasant as Chloe sat on the toilet extracting the Butt Plug; she had her other hand over her mouth in case she made too much noise. There was a pop as it came out, and she relaxed, feeling her heart rate slow, and breathing returning to normal. She could not believe she was here. Less than three weeks ago, she had made the decision to progress down this path.

The butt plug was uncomfortable, she had mastered walking and almost forgot that it was there, but driving was a totally different thing. Every time she pressed the clutch or brake, the movement of her legs forced the plug against the seat, and reminded her with sharp discomfort that it was there. Thankfully she was almost home, only two or three minutes away. Had Andy known this would happen when he told her to have it in when she got back to his place?