The next morning I woke at first light, still keyed up from our adventure last night. I lay there naked, gently caressing my thighs and stomach as I replayed the events in my mind. The light touches, skin to skin, made my whole body tingle as I thought about the blindfold. The gentle restraints. Being the center of attention. The sting of the spanking. I felt a big smile stretch my face at it all.

Frank Van Olden was depressed. Once again his perpetual shaky financial circumstances dictated that he had to spend another long year as a Resident Assistant in the dorms at Concordia College. He was not looking forward to it. His experiences over the past three years on this duty had been a never ending parade of dealing with vomiting drunks, three am fist fights and combating the perpetual stink that only young men can create when living away from home for the first time and having no concept of what a trash can is used for.

You've come home from work again, it's been another long day and I'm feeling antsy. I need to be spanked tenderly tonight; I need to feel the sharp sting of Your palm against the tender flesh of my bottom. I run up to You, very happy that You're home. "Vinco!" I shout, using the Latin term for 'Master'. I look up at You, my eyes full of hope. "Master, I'm so glad You're home!

When I first arrived at his house, I was a bit nervous. I always feel funny arriving at someone's house for the first time. My heart always beats faster as I walk up to the door and either knock or ring the bell. I don't know why, but it happens every time I first visit someone, even when the person has been a friend for years. I suppose it is the fear that somehow I will get the wrong house or someone strange will answer the door.

I've always thought that I was totally in control of my life. And that any plan I made would come through, no matter who it involved. What I didn't count on was the fact that Andy was bigger and stronger than me. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and trainers that evening after the game, and I don't think I'd seen him look hotter. Didn't stop us arguing…"Ok, ok! I owe you one!

I had decided he was finally going to do it. I was going to visit a dominatrix and have my fantasy of hardsports finally fulfilled. I had been researching it online and had found Mistress Jenny, who was supposed to be one of the cruelest pro dommes in the scene. It wouldn't be cheap, as I would need to travel to New York city for the session, a four-hour drive plus a hotel room.

The alarm went off but there was no point, Allie was already awake. She had been awake for an hour anticipating today. She slid her hand down under the sheets caressing her hard nipples. She caressed her round, full breasts thinking about the interview. She still couldn't believe she had landed this interview. Rachel was a not only a strong business owner in their area, but also predominant Dom in the BDSM world.

Chapter 2 "Beep, Beep," Allie's phone chirped. She knew who the text was from without even looking at it. It was Mistress. Allie and Rachel had been playing together on and off now for about a week. She looked up from the article she was writing about Rachel's place and grabbed her phone. 'Looking forward to tonight. 7:00. Come around to the back of the building and let yourself in. I'll leave further instructions on the table by the door.

This story not to be reproduced for profit. Comments welcome. She watched the clock, waiting for his arrival home. He'd told her that morning that he had something special planned for this evening but wouldn't divulge any more than that. All day she'd wondered what he'd meant but it could be anything and all she could do was wait impatiently. Finally, she heard his key turn in the door and rose to greet him with a kiss.

As the handcuff closed around her wrist, she knew she had made a mistake. Her day had been normal, feed the cat, watch a movie, tease her dom. Normally she pulled back when she could tell she started to go too far, but she was pent up. Schedules and life had ensured there was no chance for a proper session and her need was starting to get distracting. She was expecting a spanking, some light choking, and some rough sex to give her what she needed.

Just a quick note before I pass out from exhaustion--- Hi, kiddies, how's tricks? Things are going splendidly, here... I just said goodbye to my friend, brookie. You remember her, right? She's my good friend from the local University who I'm training to be a submissive. Well, her "training" is coming along wonderfully, I must tell you. This past weekend, starting last Thursday night, she came over to my place to spend a few days and catch up on some much needed sex on both our parts.

This is a sequel to The Kinky Mrs. Grunewald. I decided to post it in two parts. In this part: After his abrupt, strange, and highly-charged BDSM encounter with his mature history teacher, high school senior Tom D'Amato has a leisurely conversation with her over drinks. He is one of a handful of scholarship students at an expensive private school, and he has never felt comfortable there. He is too naïve to realize how common older-women/younger men matches are, even if many of them don't last very long.

and now, something different... Her fist in his hair... the long dark strands griped tightly in her fingers as he pumps above her, fucking her into oblivion. The light from outside is difused by the black out curtains, she can see the edges of him, as if he's highlighted in a Sin City comic. She shudders as her legs tighten around his waist, her fingers score his back. She wants more.

Morgana stood outside the Headmaster's office, nervously holding the note in her hand. She didn't know the contents of the note, only that it was about her and that she was in some sort of trouble. At 18 years old she already had a woman's figure and somehow looked out of place wearing the compulsory school uniform. She was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her full firm breasts left the buttons of her white shirt straining.

The alarm clock went off and James reached across the bed in exhaustion from last night's exploits. Moriah twitched and moaned in her sleep, her body begging her not to get up. James shook Moriah awake after waiting five minutes. "Honey, it's time to get up. Today's the big day, and you are going to be late if you wait any longer." Moriah growled and lifted her head up to see the neon green numbers on the clock that read 7:05AM.

I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going back to sleep.

Your hand slips over my hip and down onto my lower belly. Your fingers tickle briefly. Your palm flattens firm. You lift and pull me from my prone sleep so that I spoon with you. It is a cozy lazy wakening but I feel you waking up to something more vigorous. I croon as I stretch into this greeting. It is the comfort of us that I find so sexy. When you reach for me like this, because of something from your dreams; these mornings when you watch me sleep until something you see or think wakes a need, are when I feel most sexy.

There was a MTV pop song in the 90s, where the bandmates, male or female, were "gender ambiguous" everyone sported tight leather pants, over coiffed hair, make up and gyrated their pelvises at each other. When it came to who was screwing who, at the time of filming, they were harder to figure out than Fleetwood Mac. The blackout drapes of our hotel room made the time of day chronos challenged, a truly magical, ambiguous time.

i wake up to my Husband/Sir spooning me from behind. His left arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against Him. Softly i sigh and press my bottom against His swelling phallus. His hands cup and knead my breasts, patient at first then becoming rougher. A sedate moan escapes my lips as i continue to wake from slumber. He pushes His hips forcefully against my supple bottom. He then turns me onto my front with Him rolling on top of me.

I woke up to the sound of water running. Turning my head I saw that her place next to me was empty and I realized that she was in the shower. I smiled thinking about how we had fallen asleep in each other's arms. I stretched and yawned thinking about joining her in the shower for some fun, but I decided to let her enjoy it in peace. As my arms slid across the headboard one bumped across the pair of handcuffs still wrapped around one of the posts.

Jim's room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The only light emanated from the small gap under the only door, and to Jim's eyes it was unusually bright, which made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already. He shifted his weight a little, trying to alleviate the stiffness in his muscles, and his chain rattled.

I'm so tired... I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget.

Kitten wakes up turning to curl up next to Master, eyes pop wide open when He's not there. He has never been there when she wakes up. Jumping from bed quickly putting a robe on thinking she has missed seeing him off to work like every morning. Sore and still tingling from the nights before pleasures, but concerned why Master didn't wake you up before work. Looking at the clock you stop and pick up your watch to be sure, yes with a more confused look in your face you realize its three hours before we both normally get up and even looking at the watch date makes you realize its Saturday even.

This is my second story. All characters 18+. Let me know what you think ;) * I open my eyes slowly, still groggy from the night before. My bed still soft as ever, even better than last night. I start to roll over but cannot. Again I try but nothing. My eyes open fully now and I stare at the ropes that are bound from my wrists to the bed posts.

I wake up to your scent. I can feel your warmth in bed next to me. I look at my phone to see if I'm allowed to wake you yet. It's 7:45, well past your do not disturb time, so I set my phone down and snuggle my ass back against you. No response yet. I start to rub myself gently back and forth against you. I'm rewarded by a quiet growl.

The day began as any other in the past, the sun rose. The sun shone through the window. The sun's shimmering streaks showed off her sexy naked form and as always I was in awe of her. Irene slept hard after our session last night her body still tender from my pounded bottom. So, I decided Dad would get her breakfast going. I slip out of bed quietly and tiptoe across the room letting her sleep till I have prepared her meal.

My husband wakes me kissing me with both hands kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. "Good morning, love," he says in a deep throaty voice right next to my ear, "time for your morning spanking." Obediently, a little wet from his words, I roll over onto his lap with my naked ass in the air, positioned for his right hand to spank me. He starts a bit lightly for my tastes, but he wants to warm me up.

{All copyrights and such stay with me: Maldoror. No one else may take this story and use it elsewhere without express written permission from me at the link below. You may also write me to tell me you liked this story, hated it, did it to someone, or want to have me do it to you. All requests will be performed on a first-cum first-served basis.} This is different than my normal stories in as much as there is very little character or storyline.

You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full hour before it will buzz to wake you up.

When I hear the radio alarm begin to play, I roll and stretch lazily in the four-poster bed you so generously provided for me. I hit the button to turn off the alarm and sit up on the edge of the bed, letting my red-painted toes dangle a few inches above the floor. I stretch my arms over my head, watching my tits push out. My nipples harden as the breeze from the ceiling fan brushed them.