This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

Author Note: Me again! Did ya miss me? Well, Loving Adrian is off on account of a very acrimonious split (he actually tried to sue me to get the ring back) so here's a little something I cooked up to keep me going ;) -- Helen, once blonde but currently a bright red head with six black streaks in her hair, was bored. She sat, her curvy frame perched in an anticipating stance, in the station, waiting for her long - time best friend to arrive.

As she walked into the bar she could feel the butterflies churning in her stomach, as well as the ache slightly lower. She had asked him for this, but the speed with which he had agreed, and his coded hints about his plans made her think that it was turning him on as much as it was her. She had done as instructed by the mysterious email, and spent the day reading dirty stories on-line at work and printing out her favourite two.

This story continues from ‘Dominate Him? Now there’s a switch’. * * * * * Click. Click. As they gradually awoke, Samantha and his girlfriend both smiled to themselves as they remembered the frenzied sex and shattering orgasms that they had both experienced whilst dominating him. However all too soon they realised that the orgasms had been too shattering, as they had both fallen asleep on the balcony, exhausted by the exertion.

This story occurs a couple of days after "Dominate her? His Pleasure' and includes the same characters... * * * * * Click. It was two days since he had teased and tormented her, and she hadn't spent those days idly. He let out a low moan as she lightly ran her tongue up his cock; not an unusual way to be woken, as she loved giving head and he always slept naked.

I am sitting on the couch as you exit the shower. You only have a towel on and I am bare chested with black jeans and a leather belt on. I tell you to sit in the chair that is in the middle of the room. You obey. It is a standard four legged chair. Next to it you see the kitchen table empty except for an assortment of bondage instruments.

I stood there, feeling helpless, subdued, completely dominated. My wrists ached from the tightness in the rope. My arms were sore from supporting my body weight and hanging for -- how long have I been hanging for? I've lost track of time. My senses overloaded with smells and sounds, every molecule of my body on high alert. Waiting. Anticipation is the most sensual part of seduction. He told me that the blindfold would heighten the experience, but I hadn't realized what I was agreeing to at the time.

I had invited a girl back to my house. She was a Spanish beauty I had met, 26, and she really acted like she liked white guys. She said that she had never been with one before. When we chatted, I could never tell if she liked me. I loved her tits, her beautiful teeth, and voluptuous lips. She was a perfect ten in my book. Tonight, we were going to drink tequila, as it was her idea.

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows. The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed for the front door.

Bound and gagged on her knees, she belonged to him and he would use her any way he saw fit. A handful of her short, jet-black hair gripped in his hand, as he took her from behind, her pleasured moans stifled by the stocking tied around her mouth. She bit down on the silk gag as his impressive cock smashed her aching pussy, her hands struggling against the silk restraint binding them behind her back.

His heaving cock glistened with my juices as I opened wide and took it all in my mouth. I was on my knees in his penthouse apartment, a man I had only met the day before, but who now owned me. He slid his fingers through my short, jet-black hair, grabbing a good fistful. I could taste myself on him as he slid his thick member down my throat, an act which would have caused a lesser slut to choke, but I had no gag reflex.

It's not like never thought I'd get rich with a Master's degree in studio painting. But I thought I could maybe move to L.A., get a cute little apartment in Silver Lake or wherever, and spend my days working in the art department on indie films. So after I graduated from Benson College, this tiny school in sleepy Iowa, drove off to the west coast in my Toyota Tercel. As I sped through the unending green flatness of Iowa, I dreamed of the loft apartment, the exciting work, and the fashionably skinny boyfriend that were all certain to be mine a few weeks after I arrived in the City of Angels.

Author's note: This story is a fictional fantasy. I wasn't sure how to categorize it. There is gay male sex, although there is a female involved in the story. Since it's about submission, I thought I'd put it in the BDSM category. * I had been surfing the internet for weeks, looking for a dominant male or couple that wanted to play with a bi curious male. I would describe myself as average looking, in his mid thirties, about average height.

I was just stepping out of my shower when He called me, few words were spoken between us but it was enough for me to know exactly what tonight was going to entail. Rushing to my room, I began to slip into something I knew would please him. My smooth waxed pussy was covered by the tiniest black lace g-string, that disappeared like floss between my cheeks, rubbing against my button.

[Part of a continuing series of stories that at some point I plan to reorganize into one. Thanks to Dazmine.] *** I eventually found out that Dom's full name was Dominic, but it might as well have been Dominate. From the moment I encountered him at the glory hole in a local adult book store, through becoming a cum dump for him and his friends, I slowly become his personal slut.

Part 1: Caught Cal was just like any other 23 year old, he had just finished college and was working from home as a stock broker. It was a peaceful gig with good money, he got to stay home and had no additional payments like rent so most of his money just went to his personal use or savings. Of course like every guy his age he was at that incredibly horny stage of life and not having a girlfriend didn't help matters much.

Cal never thought there would come a day when he would be afraid of his own maid, adding insult to injury, it was in his own home, in his own room. "mpphhh." Cal tried to struggle free of his bonds and scream for help but all it served to do was squeeze the socks in his mouth releasing some of Lara's sweat which had been soaked up by the socks. Cal grimaced in disgust as the taste was horrible.

Cal couldn't believe the situation had devolved to such a stage. Cal was a regular participant in various debate competitions and prided himself on being very convincing, capable of winning most arguments. But then again, there's hardly any room for any sort of rapport when your angry maid stuffs her sweaty socks into your mouth and tapes it shut. Cal was down on his knees in front of the study table.

The night of 'The incident' finally came to a close and a new day was approaching. It was safe to say none of the three people involved got any proper sleep that night. One of them was busy discovering a variety of new pleasures to indulge in, while another was too disturbed by the day's events and slept fitfully out of worry and the last one was uncomfortably trussed up and was barely able to catch a wink of sleep.

Cal turned his back and walked back into the hallway, he heard Lara close the door after a minute and follow behind. The first thing he did was to grab Lara's phone and make sure to turn it off and put it on the table. 'No more recording things in hiding and getting me in trouble. But she wants to bet huh, wonder what other tricks she has up her sleeve.

Cal and Lara entered the Supermarket. She had made him wear a cap partially covering his face - which raised several alarms in Cal's mind - before entering the mart hand in hand, Cal had tried to wrest his hand free but Lara held on to him with an iron grip and gave him a threatening glare to silence his protests. They got a trolley and went about buying items from the list Jenna had left behind.

Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal's behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara's used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.

Lara's POV "This can't be..." Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom. Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering.

This part's pretty short. Haven't really been able to write for a while now. ----------------------------------------- The small sound crushed Cal's soul as the thought of being caged and chastised scared the crap out of him. "Nice. That's a good pet." "Mmmphhh." Cal squirmed and writhed glaring at Lara. "Okay, let me get this gag off before you start frothing at the mouth." Lara unwrapped the scarf and pulled out the wad of socks making Cal cough and wheeze.

Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup. "Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you." Cal was pleased with his mother's compliments and served her some coffee as well.