Hanging as she was, Chloe was beginning to ache, just a little, but she guessed it was all part of the process. This was all new to Chloe; this was the first time that Andy had brought her to his bedroom. She had been in here before, a few years ago with Max, Andy's son, and it was then that she stole his Spanking magazines when she was forming her sexual tastes.

Just like Michelangelo saw the angel in the marble and carved until he set him free, Chloe took pride in her ability to see submissives hiding in otherwise self-reliant men in everyday walks of life and she plied them with mind addling drugs, alcohol and her heightened powers of seduction until she set the internal submissive free and exposed for all to see. Of course the immediate cost of that freedom would be a new life reconstructed in slavery in the New America reiterated in the New Order.

The alleyway between two brick buildings was unremarkable, hidden behind a torn-open section of chain-link fence. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall. As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, the quiet, empty street met with some company; a handful of men arrived, ducking through the hole in the fence to mull around by the dumpster.

This is the second instalment in my Chloe series and comes after "Chloe Steps Toward Submission" The first installment does not have a lot of sex in it but sets up the story and introduces the characters, as well as some characters I will use later. This story is a story I wrote for a friend, something for her to read and use to get off. Hopefully it works for you too.

My wife, Mary, had taken one of her frequent weekend trips to visit with her mother. I was unable to go along this time because I had to be back to work on Monday and Mary was going to make a long weekend of it. Early Saturday morning the phone rang. The call was from Chloe. She is my best friend's wife and my wife's best friend. "I hear that you are alone this weekend.

I awakened that day to an early morning sun warming my skin and the sounds of birdsong drifting into my cell. A steaming cup of dandelion root and young nettle tea had been placed on the floor near my head and the shade raised, so I lingered a moment in the sunlight stretching slowly, stiffly, before rising. My nipples throbbed dully as I gently sipped the hot tea while trying to ignore a growing discomfort in my bladder and the weighty metal shackle around my right ankle.

"Hold still," he said, wrapping the second turn and pushing the working end through the back of the partially formed knot. "This is the part I've always had a little trouble with." Chloe complied, keeping as still as she could as James tucked the working end back through the front loop and then gently pulled until the knot was tight. Once it was formed, he slid the knot down, tightening the loop formed in the end.

Reality returned slowly at first in the form of throbbing burning nipples. Her arms on each side of her head thrust it forward. Chloe's hands felt like they were tied close together. She could feel the pull on her wrists, arm muscles, and shoulders. Only two toes on each foot were touching a cold damp floor. Her arms held most of her weight. She opened her eyes a moment later and her mouth opened in a silent moan as she was staring at a pair of heavy metal clamps, one squeezing each of her nipples.

The text came about an hour before he was due home. *had a fuck-ugly, shit-tastic day. be ready.* Well, if he'd had a bad day, she knew how to make him feel better. The outfit was one of his favorites, a creative web of string with slightly wider patches that might keep the wearer from being arrested. She loosened her hair, letting the chestnut mass wave naturally around her shoulders, and carefully applied heavy black kohl around her eyes.

Sandals flopped against her feet as she charged down the sidewalk. A few heads turned, noticing her slightly disheveled clothing and the flush spread across her cheeks. A tight t-shirt was shifted to the side, thrown on in a hurry. Her white jean shorts were left unbuttoned, barely clinging to sweaty hips as she walked. She charged her way down the sidewalk, breathing heavily with one thing on her mind. A hand reached into her pocket, finding a cell phone and unlocking it to start a text message.

I lay here. The soft buzz between my legs humming below the sheet. My hand going slightly numb from the vibration due to the amount of time that has transpired. The smell of my masturbation, a perfume upon the rigid silicone toy. My clit and labia lips swollen and beyond sensitivity but I continue to play due to the levels of my arousal. But still I was dripping. It slowly making a pool between my legs.

I've always believed that people should use whatever talents they have to their fullest ability. Some guys are born athletes; some excel in business or the stock market. Me, I've always had an uncanny knack for reading women, or more specifically, spotting submissive women. There are more of them than you realize. In fact many women don't even fully realize their own desire to be used and abused by a dominant man.

"Bob? Bob? are you OK?" I was jolted back to reality by the guy sitting next to me at the meeting we were attending. "Man, pal, it looked like you were about a million miles away." Where I had actually been was in a daze wondering what the young woman making the presentation I was supposed to be listening to looked like naked. I was in terrible shape because I had not gotten my rocks off for nearly two weeks.

Edited by cymbidia CAUTION: This story contains descriptions of physical abuse. If you are offended by fictional stories featuring this kind of topic please do not read this story. * * * * * I sat, my face a passive wall of non-emotion, as she knelt obediently before me. Her eyes were downcast, fulfilling the complete submission promised by her posture. Her bare, unblemished breasts heaved with each ragged breath as she fought to subdue the raging desires I knew were consuming her.

"You can come in" He said, arrogantly standing in the middle of his living room in his jeans and un-tucked shirt. Such a simple sentence said to the air in general and still I feel it stab at points in my body; freezing me in place. My feet are rooted to the ground and I cannot go back or move forward. He comes towards me, crossing the area slowly and ever so steadily watching me.

She flipped her phone open, dialed his number, and then promptly ended the call. "Dammit! No, no, no, no, you're going to do this. You want to do this. Besides, you know him, you can trust him....just do it." Two seconds later she's dialed the number again and smacked the phone shut swiftly. The room felt as if it was going to engulf her with the magnitude of heat that flushed her cheeks.

This is a vignette of just 750 words for the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. This story is a companion piece to Primal Prey but can be read as a stand alone (very) short story. I am trying to capture the raw nature of a consensual, primal dynamic in an existing heterosexual relationship, told from the man's perspective. ***** The reek of sex assaulted my senses as I pried my eyes open to look at the clock.

A/N This is the first of two stories I've written for the 750 Word Authors Challenge. The companion piece Primal Predator will be published in the next week. I have wanted to explore writing primal play and this challenge has let me attempt it. The story is a vignette and a sex scene between an existing consensual, heterosexual D/s dynamic. Primal Prey is from the woman's perspective. I hope I have captured the essence of primal play.

Sigh...I'm hopeless...but this idea had been in formulation for many years in many variation so yah. Next in the lineup is Gilded in Gold 9-10, then The Dark in Your Blue Eyes, By Night, My Love, and then Stone Cold Steele. Since this is a new idea the continuation depends on how much you guys like it so comment and rate and let me know. And i promise this is the last of my new ideas until I have one of my regular series finished first (i.

Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet. I still turned up for our rendezvous the next day and prayed She would too.

Her chest was heaving greatly, while her heart beat loudly, as panic engulfed her with her legs racing through the woodlands to get away, to escape, but she knew any attempt was hopeless. Even still, she was alert to every noise that filled the air, of small animals scurrying to and fro, of a variety of birds singing to each other high up in the trees, of the rustle from dead leaves and briars disturbed by the wind and other creatures that populated the forest and then there was the Predator who was stalking her.

The hypnotic beat of the music infused my body as I walked into the darkened club. I smoothed my hands down the silk violet slip dress, smiling at the memory how I twirled in front of the mirror after dressing, admiring how the tan stood out against the dark fabric. With a flick of my head, my hair flew over my shoulders and I moved deeper into the room, my hips swaying to the beat.

Her back was hurting. Kate would never admit that of course, but as she waited bent over at the waist, delicate wrists encased in the heavy wooden stocks, it was hard not to notice the tugging ache in the base of her spine. For the first few hours she had proudly kept her chin up, meeting the eyes of everyone that walked past. Kate had ignored the laughter in their eyes, and pretended not to see the darker lusty looks of some of the men.

"Knife-ears, Knife-ears!" The children ran around the street shouting the name over and over again, laughing amongst themselves as Allisa walked past them, her armour clanking with every step. Allisa scowled at the little humans but she didn't dare do anything else. Were this Severterzem, her home, even the youngest of children would bow their heads when a noble such as Allisa walked by. Proper respect was ingrained within the dark elf culture, but clearly humans lacked the same values.

Author's note: I'm glad people have enjoyed the first part of my story! As a recap, Allisa has come to Elswick to submit terms of trade to the Bishop, Sera, and has been soundly humiliated by the human. I hope the second part lives up to expectations. It's a little juicier than the first! * "Good girl," Sera said. There was the creak of wood and Allisa turned to look over, but a hand held her head in place.

Invocation: Blessed be Akana, she whose name is Beautiful Cruelty, Terrible Pleasure, Sublime Pain. Edriel was so thoroughly absorbed in the pornographic scroll that he didn't notice the high priestess until she planted her foot squarely in the middle of a particularly delectable picture. "Oh, Mistress Sekba!" He snapped his head up at her, blushing as he stared past the red linen loincloth and up to the firm, small breasts, bound perfunctorily with a strip of black silk.

The Third Prequel: A House Wife's Tale The College Days I love it when they stare... and your father stared a lot. He found me at an odd time in my life, then again, isn't every teenager in the transition to adulthood confused in one way or another? You see I was what you'd refer to as an over achiever. I guess I always have been. Always top of my class, always taking over every single project or activity I did, I sought perfection because I felt imperfect on the inside, incomplete, therefore I over compensated on everything I did.

Wandering the cold dark streets alone, boot heels clicking a sharp staccato off the walls surrounding her, Ilena walks, tall, and lithe wrapped in a full-length hooded fur coat that hugs to her curves like a second skin. As she paces methodically down the abandoned street Ilena feels a niggling shiver glide through her senses. Her nostrils flair and she turns suddenly, eyes glimmering in the shade of the hood she wears.

The Price of a Cigarette - Follow up to A Chance Meeting Don took Jo to the garden centre, it was time he got some spray for the green fly on his roses, he also had the requirements of several garden canes, thick and thin. It was 3 weeks since they met by accident in the bank and whilst they both still led separate lives they had become inseparable during the evenings and at weekends.

Nick whispered to Charlotte, "It's always your choice Charlotte, my dear...you can always say no to my being your master....but never no to your master." Do you understand the difference? She'd lost all track of time and she didn't care. The heavy drapes were drawn, blocking the incredible view from Nick's balcony, and also blocking out any sign of daylight or darkness. The sheet beneath her was slightly damp, as was her skin.