The sound of a door slamming startled her out of her deep slumber. It took a few minutes for the haze in her head to fade away enough that she could remember what was going on. She sat up and the room started spinning and her head was hurting as the memories of last night slowly came back to her. Her owners had some friends over last night and it was her job to keep their refreshments full but every now and then she would sneak a shot of whiskey in when nobody was looking which was against the rules.

Sir was never harsh, always fair. If she needed a sound beating, she got one, usually deserved one, always accepted one most of all thanked Sir for his protection. If she got a bedtime spanking, it too was well deserved, received and appreciated. She had been summoned to Sirs study and told to come in just her dressing gown. This meant Sir did not want a show, did not need the titillation of seeing her squirm at her own embarrassment as her top comes off and her bra, freeing her young tits.

SANDY ***** I'm trembling a little... in fear. I'm going to tell Richard I'm leaving and I know I need to stay true to that. It's time. I've been seeing David for nearly eight months. It's love and I'm sure of that. My heart flutters just thinking about him. Those deep, beautiful eyes and his wicked smile. His delectable body. Defined. Solid. Muscular. When I'm with him I feel... well, just incredible.

I felt sexy, and silly, and scared. Sexy because, as I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror, I could see how nice my bare legs looked between the short plaid skirt and the white knee socks. But at the same time, it seemed silly, in my mid thirties, to be dressed in a parochial schoolgirl's uniform. And, of course, it was natural to feel scared. I was awaiting my first spanking.

Miss Francy smacked her lips and leaned forward into the mirror. Yes, pink is a good color for today. She put the lid back on her lipstick and checked her watch. She only had 15 minutes before catching the train into the city and she didn't want to be late for her first appointment. She slipped on her heels and ran a hairbrush through her short spiky hair then tossed it into her black tote bag.

Natalie's pendulous breasts brushed my belly. My eyes grew wide at the sight—I wanted to absorb them, to brand their image in my brain. As it were, I panted like a dog. "Am I making you hot?" she purred. Again, I tugged at my restraints. I was so tightly bound that I could barely bend my elbows, my knees. "I can't—I can't do it," I gasped. "I can't do this anymore.

Mia boredly clicked through Spotify, trying to find new songs for her "Sexytime" playlist. She had her headphones in so the neighbors couldn't hear the explicit music through the walls. The table buzzed and she looked at her phone. Tyler was calling. She quickly answered, taking her headphones off. "Hi, Tyler!" she sang. "Don't even try it." "Try what?" she asked innocently. "Can't I say hello to my partner?" Tyler let out a long, frustrated exhale.

She awakens slowly. Somehow, she is standing, her wrists cuffed, hands pulled above her. Her arms strained, stretched almost painfully tight by the weight of her own body. She finds minor relief for her arms by standing on the tips of her toes, but soon discovers that standing on her tiptoes slowly and inexorably brings aching discomfort to the muscles in her legs and back. No matter how she stands, some part of her hurts.

Your instructions were simple. "Be warmed up when I arrive home tonight. I want you to be undressed at the door- on your knees, red, glistening with sweat. I want your cock ready." I received the text mid-day at work and found myself distracted the rest of the day. A few weeks back I told you about how I was turned on by exercise. The increased awareness of my body, the blood pumping, the endorphin rush- all seem to heighten whatever arousal I might already have.

Beth's parents had just driven away with our kids for an overnight visit. I'd been planning for this. "Take off all your clothes. This isn't a negotiation. You're going to do as you're told." I could see her cheeks flush. Beth loved when I was bossy. She took everything off and stood naked before me. "What next, Master?" Oh, she was catching on. Our living room had a large picture window, and the kitchen was on the other side of it.

She could not believe how hard her nipples were. They stood up from her breasts proudly and she fairly ached for them to be touched. She could practically feel the blood rushing into them. They formed almost perfect circles of crinkled flesh with their rosy red tips. He looked down at her and smiled. She could see the approval and arousal in his eyes. He reached out and very lightly touched one nipple.

*ping!* Dominic looked up from his work and clicked on the notification. Meeting with Evelyn @ 5 PM. An end of the day meeting, with no other details. He swallowed. He'd only been with Phantasmic Press for a month, and was already getting called in for a meeting with his boss? This was either very good...or very bad. "Hey! Joining us for lunch?" He jumped when Alyx clapped him on the back, leaning in over his shoulder.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off like crazy. I groaned as I turned over in my bed to reach my phone to turn it off. I was only able to get in a 2-hour nap, before I had to head back to the office. I sat up in my bed with my phone in hand, opening my eyes to look at the time. My eyes grew big as I panicked realizing I overslept for 10 minutes.

She sat and watched Owen for a few moments, on his knees at her feet with his legs parted wide and his hands resting on top of his muscular thighs. He was still, as she had commanded him to be, all except for the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath and for the twitch of his hard cock as he throbbed with need. The barest hint of a smile flickered on her lips at the sight of him.

"Uh-oh baby girl," you grin at me. My heart is racing as I anticipate your next move. "SO, it appears you had some fun at Daddy's expense. Was it worth what's going to happen next?" I put my head down in shame. You walk over to me and tilt my head up by my chin. "Look at me, little one." I look you right in your eyes. "Daddy, I can explain!

Author's note: All story elements contained herein are fiction and for fantasy purposes, remember to obey all legal and consent laws in real life, thank you and have a nice day. ***** Ophelia could barely stand. The hot water cut across her throbbing skin, the lingering effect of being exposed to Daddy after so long away. The sweat and cum he had soaked her in sluiced away under the pressure of the shower before long, she leaned back to keep it from her face and hair.

You never expect to meet God--or the devil either for that matter, in your office at nine o'clock on a Wednesday morning. But as it turns out, that's exactly what happened to me. It all started when my secretary Nancy went on maternity leave. I was the general counsel for the company I worked at. Human resources arranged a temp to cover for Nancy while she was out, but I couldn't believe my eyes when she showed up at my office that Wednesday morning.

**contains some elements of humiliation** I pause outside of your office. I can hear you typing away in there and I know you must be preoccupied with work. I don't hesitate when I walk in and cross the room to your desk. You don't look up and I can see by the crease in your forehead that this is not a good time. Ignoring the signs I position myself to the right of you and push myself up onto the cool wood surface.

she waits for her Master, her body positioned as she was told just before He left. she is on her knees, thighs spread wide, forehead touching the cool floor , arms stretched out to either side of her. This is Master's favorite position as it leaves her ass high in the air and her cunt spread open for inspection and use. her ears pick up His footsteps as He walks into the room, heels clicking loudly on the cement floor.

My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat. "I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me." "Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I did something naughty.

Dedicated to Red. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Franklin Swanson always knew he was different. He was a good looking man, tall with dark hair, an athletic build but not an athlete.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Angela wasn't sure what the woman had just said to her. She hadn't felt like herself all evening. These monthly drinks with the girls had become the only time she got out of the house. She'd been stuck in her own head all night though. She thought she was getting away with it until Sharon insisted she join her for a cigarette. Angela knew she was on the patches, she wouldn't stop talking about the patches.

Cilia and i had been together a month. I was getting in shape and she was fucking me like a rabbit regular and irregular. She was also including me in her cases and introduced me as her boyfriend to her co-workers so things were going better than expected possibly because she was getting her nut off regularly. It was a hot day and she was off so she wanted to go back to the river where we met.

I was with bree about 3 months and it was nice but tame. I let her own me but to be honest i could take her any time i wanted. Some people call that sandbagging. She had an extra older car and gave me the keys and told me about a secluded river where people occasionally went skinny dipping and swimming. I decided to go there and check it out. I didn't see anyone so i stripped and swam around it was warm and muddy and nice all around.

I own your ass...came Her words, echoing off the interior walls of my head. They seemed to bounce through my head, whirring around; the images of Her standing over me as I submitted myself to Her. I knew that I had never loved anyone like I did now. She almost commanded it. The very thought of Her made me want to do nothing but please Her. You are Mine and I will use you as I see fit!

The Owner knew why he wanted those wrought iron bedposts in all luxurious exec suites in all of his hotels. Those bedpost had many interesting functions. And he was utilizing one of those right now. He lay naked, wearing favorite collar, spread-eagled on his bed, shiny steel leg spreader holding his legs apart. Then he tied his legs to bed posts for good measure. And then he cuffed his arm with matching steel cuffs to the post above, wishing he could cuff both his hands.

As I stepped about his boat, I knew I would not be able to run from now on. I was his. Really he has owned me since he bought my husband's business 2 months ago. But now he owns me in every way. I stepped aboard his yacht wearing a short white mini and a half T-shirt. Mr. Martin instructed me not to wear shoes or underwear. My thoughts race as I can only imagine what he has planned for me.

"You are mine!" commanded Gerrard. He had Lynette bent tits down over a cold granite table, her ass exposed with her short skirt flipped up around her waist and her black French-cut panties pooled around the ankle of her left red stiletto. Gerrard had control of her by grabbing a hank of Lynette's long auburn mane and pulling her head back. His thick nine inch tool ramming her dripping hole mercilessly from behind.

My Master has wanted to posses my mouth, cunt, and ass, but up to this point in time he has owned all but one, my ass. Today he will own all three. I came down the stairs leading to our bedroom. My nipples sticking out of my shirt from the rings I placed on them this morning. It has made them very sensitive to touch. Slowly I take off my shirt and pants, exposing my red tingly nipples, and clean shaven pussy, wet still from my morning play session.

She was bent over the bed and I pinned her wrists behind her back in one hand, running the other over the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she was beneath them and the little gasp that escaped her throat when my hand made contact made me smile. The sun poured through the big windows, casting her in a golden glow. She glanced over her shoulder at me, flashing her blue-green eyes through the strands of hair that partially covered her face as it spilled over her high cheekbones and pale skin.