The February wind howled and a wet snow, almost sleet, beat against the window of the small apartment. Kate, a twenty-three year old grad student, sat at her desk, deeply involved with a text book while Alison, her roommate, leaned on the window sill, staring into the forbidding night. Alison was also a grad student, the same age as Kate. Both girls were fairly tall at five foot nine. Both girls had a similar slim and athletic build, and could, and did, wear each other's clothes.

The five women once more prepared a meal, this time a hearty stew and warm French bread. When everything was ready, the men, still wearing bathing suits, came into the forward dining area and sat down while the girls waited along one side. Once they were seated, Alison had expected them to call the girls to sit between them as they had at lunch. But James suddenly stood up again. "

Chapter 6 Right after lunch they spotted a small island which James said was their destination and began to circle the end to approach the other side. As they swung around a point, a deep cove became visible with a wide white sand beach. There was a dock at one end and the men expertly crewed the craft along side where Bob and David jumped ashore to anchor lines around cleats on the dock.

Elsa said, "Max and I will go see about the food. Anne, why not show our guests to the shower and let them clean up a little?" Anne agreed, and as Max and Elsa left in the direction of the house she began to move to a back corner of the building. Alison saw that an area she had first taken as just another piece of wall was actually a baffled entrance to a large tiled shower area with what looked like a small toilet room off to the side.

Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obviously "

The front door closed behind Sarah as she entered the house, and she couldn't even make it to the table to set her keys down before she seemingly collapsed on the floor. Why did she feel this way... everything had been fine just last night with Master.... She couldn't help but whimper there on the carpet, needing Master right then.. Only He could make her feel better this time. She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change.

It was rather late when I finally got to my hotel. I was completely drained from the evening's activities, and looked forward to a little sleep. I told Michelle and Brigette that we had to get together again soon; they agreed and we made plans for the next night. So many thoughts clouded my mind as I tossed and turned... getting to sleep was going to be hard. There was the omnipresent vision of Michelle, along with something else.

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.

Chapitre 1 I am a control freak. I know this even though my Master says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He sees the person I want to be with him, the person that seeks solace in and from the psychological turmoil her parents wreaked on her over the years. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but come out of it a fully-fledged adult.

From the day we met, I have liked how naturally submissive you are. Your willingness to do whatever it takes to please me makes me very happy. However, right now I am upset with you. See, even though I have encouraged your independence, lately I feel you have been ignoring me. For several days now, you have been meeting your friends after work, and I have come home to find my house empty, and my pots cold.

My Dom walked into the room, and I looked up startled to see him. Without a thought, I slipped off my clothes and walked over to him. Standing inches from his tall frame, I lifted my chin and kissed his mouth. My lips wrapped around his, and I sucked him into me. The bristles from his new beard tickled my chin as he kissed me deeply. I had been craving him for so long, and touching him finally had soothed me.

La douleur exquise (Pain and pleasure) I am a control freak. I know this even though my Dom says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He probably sees the person I used to be, the one I want to be, ephemerally, by way of seeking respite from the psychological turmoil my parents inflicted on me. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but come out of it, a fully-fledged adult.

Taking a deep breath she knocks on the heavy wooden door, not knowing what to expect at this place but her mind telling her she can handle anything that may be throw at her. How dare her Master send her to such a place….she was a good sub and quite controllable…..when she wanted to be that is. The door slowly creaks open and the coolness of the open room before her washes over her, making her shiver slightly.

Master often talked of having my nipples pierced, the thought always aroused me. But enduring constant pain if not properly pierced, stop any positive response from me. This time, His words were made clear that the time was near. That this was what He wanted and wanted it to happen in a very erotic setting. Master has a way of Him to keep me on the edge...and with this, my pussy drips with wetness as it does when He talks of taking my ass.

"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?" Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard. "I'll call the police." Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape. "The phone won't work." Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell." Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt. "Hang on, Honey." Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Pull the panties out quickly.

This can be read as a standalone, but also is a sequel to Kerry and Will. If you want to read is as part of the BDSM Manor stories, it comes between chapters 10 and 11. Tess-O'Meter -- Amber. -X He hangs from his wrists. Sweat soaked and trembling. Exhausted and helpless. Completely mine. Every fractured breath is like a stimulant to my aching, throbbing cock. My slave is beautiful.

Olivia made her way to the front door, adjusting both her dress and hair as she approached. Making sure she looked as immaculate as possible. Olivia then knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a beautiful woman wearing only a satin robe. "Olivia, sweetheart please go on through." Olivia smiled, nodding her head graciously accepting. Olivia entered the living room that was lit only by a large roaring fire that created a picturesque and romantic scene.

10/24/05 As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! The misery is palpable, I must confess. She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dear Goblin, the world should know what a bragging little worm you are, don't you think?

It had been a month since I had seen my sub. We had dated for a couple of months, touched on him submitting. He always claimed to want it, but rebuked when it came down to game time. The time away had opened our eyes, both or our eyes. I seen him for the true pain slut he is. Me for the desire to control, push limits, mentally break brains.

The palms of my hands were drenched in sweat and I felt my knees going weak; He was finally coming home. It had been a long time since we were able to see each other because I was in college and He was busy with work. But now was the time when Master would be reunited with His slave and I had plenty of punishment coming my way. During the time we were apart Master and I talked almost every day and I took advantage of the distance; I was flat out disobedient and disrespectful.

Tuesday nights for other attached couples meant dull chitchat after work, a thirty minute meal or takeout, tv and internet time, some more mundane talk, complaints about chores, and maybe sex. Our weekday nights had flare, adventure, and spontaneity. We always had small surprises for each other: a naughty piece of lingerie, a new toy, a new position, a new play scenario. My surprise for that Tuesday night was for sure going to turn him on.

I walk in and see her sitting there, watching TV. Nothing unusual for her, but today, after the day I have had, it set me off. I went to the TV set and looked down at the screen, then reached behind and unplugged it. As she stood to protest, I slapped her and the force made her sit again. She looked at me in a mixture of fear and anger. One glare and her anger went away.

Introduction: This story rose unbidden from my unconscious mind during a heated exchange with an on-line lover. We were roll-playing an evolving Dom/sub scenario in which I had been a very bad girl. During a rest break I skimmed the text of our ping-ponging messages, and suddenly I felt a strong urge to type, so I began. The core of this story then appeared on the screen, line after line without pause, pouring out of some dim recess in my brain.

They pulled up in front of Club Rosas. A cool breeze was blowing, it was nearly 22:00 and they were dot on time for their appointment. Bob and Julie walked up to the heavy oak door and she pressed the bell. Almost instantly, the door opened and an attractive man in his early forties smiled at her. She smiled back. "Hello, please come in. Julie and Bob, first time here, right?

It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards! It was as Sue was sorting through the pile of mail on the hall floor one evening after returning home from work that she noticed a franked letter from her old school.

For just over two weeks now, Master had withheld from beating his slave, Tarina, in any way, which would mark her flesh. Tarina had been climbing the walls in need of a good pain session, but nothing she did persuaded Him to satisfy her hunger. Master had spent hours bathing her, massaging lotions into every centimetre of her body, until her normally soft, pale skin was even softer, glowing and pale, smooth and silky.

Tina is kneeling, on the floor, blindfolded. She has two fingers buried in her ass and two fingers working her clit, slowly, and her mouth is wide open. That is all her world is, the pressure on her knees, the fingers in her ass, the pleasure her pussy is receiving, and the touch of a hot cock on her face. The warm head touches her cheek, drags across her lower lip, under her chin.

A friend calls you to ask if you would be interested in doing some PR work for a charity auction. There is an internationally renowned artist donating some of his paintings, and you are interested to meet him, so you agree to take the project on. You call the number you have been given, expecting to talk to a secretary, but he answers the 'phone himself. He has a slight Scottish accent, and sounds humorous, if somewhat laconic.

It wasn't until after we were married that he ever mentioned Rose. In the whole five years we'd been together, he'd never even implied that anything was missing from our sex life. Then he started bringing up the subject occasionally, suggesting we should spice things up. We do all the normal stuff, but he was talking about things I didn't really have an interest in. Bondage, leather get-ups and whips, all that sort of thing.

sabrina dropped to her knees once she saw who was standing in the kitchen of her house...coat unceremoniously laying by the door. "Oh my fucking gawd..." she drawled slowly, letting the tears stream down her face. "...Sir." His Mr. Clean appearance was magnified tenfold by the faded and worn camo fatigue pants, sans t-shirt and bare feet. Sexy as fuck was a mild way of describing His appearance. "Yes, my blond bitch,"