Stefan has arranged to meet Julia at a cocktail bar in London's St. Pancras. They met each other on an internet chat room, though they have met in person a few times this only their second hotel rendezvous. On line they have developed an intimate bond and Julia, his sub is now ready to submit entirely to her dom. For ten days now, Stefan has forbidden her to touch or pleasure herself in any way.

Steffany and Josh were married for 10 years now. Most of the time they both were happy with their lives, yet in the last two years Steffany felt less and less compelled by their relationship. The sex became boring, always the same, nothing new, and they did it decreasingly often. Not that it had been great in the first place. Josh's performance in bed did leave much to be wished for.

"You are listen to me," Steffie said with a sting in her voice that made Art wince. He watched through the rear view mirror as she crossed her arms over her tank top which barely concealed her full breasts and taught nipples. The fine hair on her arms glistened with perspiration from the humid night air. Art felt his erection grow at the sight of her. Her shorts strained at the crotch, revealing the outline of a camel toe.

She stroked her cock with one hand and watched him, watched the combination of fear and desire stutter across his face. He was a good looking man, married, mid-thirties, a little paunchy but nice definition through his chest and shoulders. His hair was close-cropped and brown. His eyes were brown, too. He had a delicious ass, and a serviceable, if not impressive penis. She wondered, as she always did, what brought him to her feet.

This is the second part of the story - "Was she really Hypnotised" -, which should be read first to appreciate this continuation. It was not meant to continue but I have been encouraged by certain e-mails, and one in particular that I have received asking for more of this story. When Thursday came round again I was intrigued to see how Stella would behave when she gave Sean his private lesson.

She was on her knees, her hands placed on the outside of his thighs, just above the tan lines, looking up at him. She was wearing black stockings and garter belt, matching black lace panties and lace edged bra, just as he liked. Her gaze wavered uncertainly, snatching a look into his eyes trying to read his thoughts. "Have you been a good girl Stella, whilst I was away on business?

Step by step, he had led her down the path towards surrender. He was always touching her, patting her, fondling her dark hair, rubbing her shoulders and hugging her. And, playing her part, she learnt the rules: his rules. She was careful not to breathe a hint of her sexual activities with her owner to a single living soul. This made her feel special, as if she and her owner were united in their torrid secret, the two of them against the world.

He tugs at my arm and pulls me up to stand against him. Hands in my hair, tilting back my head so our faces are close. Staring into my eyes, stroking my hair away from my face. He waits a moment before kissing me lightly, slowly at first, ever quickening into something deep. And building, inevitably, into a fiery and desperate desire to be closer. Then he breaks away from my lips.

We'd been sat in the attorney's office for the past few minutes. The attorney in question, Mr Andrews, was at his desk, shuffling through some papers. Over the phone, he'd made clear that our attendance was not necessary and he could forward the paperwork to us, however, my mother had insisted. "I want to see the look on her face when she gets nothing," she'd said with glee, while arguing over the phone.

I had known for a long time that he had a secret fetish involving bondage and domination. The books, the magazines, the web sites he surfed, all pointed to his fascination with it. It was obvious too, to see that he preferred to be the one restrained. The fact that he was so into it, really turned me on. I have never been a very dominate person, more of the type that blends into the crowd.

SS21: "Step-Mommie Dearest" *** This is another case in which I wish these stories could be posted under more than one category. For example, while "PM" could fall under either BDSM or Non-Consent, this one could also belong to either of those, or Lesbian Sex in this case, although...well, actually, I don't want to give you any spoilers, so I'll let that go unfinished. Oh well, I prefer to classify stories like this as LesBDSM, a combination genre, though on the site it will be just plain BDSM, as it's more that than anything else.

Author's Note: This story includes a number of BDSM/Fetish themes but no conventional sex. If you are seeking the latter, please look elsewhere. The story is set in England. Thus, the words used are British English, not those of any other part of the English speaking world. I hope this does not cause confusion. I am an 18 year-old orphan boy. I have never met my step-mum, but I am sure I will soon.

On a recent vacation to Rio I met a very gorgeous and voluptuous mature lady whom I guessed was in her early 50's. She was a tall woman, close to six feet in height, and in her high heels she towered over my short frame. Her sandy blonde shoulder length hair set off the classically beautiful features of her face. Her figure was still slender for her age, her long sultry legs exposed beneath the mini-skirts she wore.

Chapter 1 - Friday evening: the beginning of a weekend. They always enjoyed Steph coming to stay. She was their niece. She was sweet. She was bubbly. She was pretty - she was slim with long black hair, shapely - one day she would be a very beautiful woman - all she lacked was the confidence. For several years she had come to stay once a month for a weekend, and they had had lots of good times together.

Stephanie and I had gone to dinner as it was Wednesday night and that was our "subs night out" day. Stephanie is Lisa's sub and I (Ellen) am Monica's sub. We had our usual great time, Steph is a really sweet girl and we get along VERY well. We are part time lovers but we both prefer a nice stiff cock plunging in and out of us. A couple of weeks ago, Lisa brought Steph over to my house to watch as I was tightly bound and fucked by Jason, Brad and Mistress.

Hello again! Sorry for my hiatus, genuinely, but there is more where this came from. This is a little story about submission and (bi)sexuality. I hope you will enjoy. Thank you to LaRascasse and TRCIII for looking this over :). And, as always, all characters in this story are eighteen years old or above. All readers should also be eighteen years or above. -L Dozens of eyes followed me and with nowhere to hide, I feigned confidence.

I don't know why I lied about the stupid vase. It was an accident, a simple slip of my hand as I was dusting the shelf, an unfortunate vibration that caused the ancient ornament to topple over and fall to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. It wasn't even that pretty. I'm sure that Miss Ford wouldn't have batted an eyelid if I'd only come clean about it and told her what happened in the first place.

18 year-old young man in domination & bondage role play with neighbor. MF, MM, MMF. Oral, anal, spanking, shaving. CHAPTER 1: Odd jobs Stephen knew he'd had a crush on the lady next door since he first knew what it meant to be turned on by a woman. He could almost pinpoint the moment it happened. One day, when he was still in middle school, he was sitting in a shaded corner of the patio in the middle of a 95⁰ afternoon in July.

For years I'd worshipped Stephen C from afar. We met when we lived in a group household in San Francisco. There were four off us, all students. Stephen was quick to establish himself as the alpha male of that house. I know he scolded me more than once for neglecting house chores. I at first was indignant, feeling - "who the hell does he think he is, my father?" Indignant, yes, but I was also rattled by Stephen's fierce energy and vehemence when he reprimanded me.

This is a test, Stephi slave. I know that I can have you anyway I want you if I tie you to the bed or bind your wrists together behind your back. But a measure of a good slave is if she obeys her Master without being bound or restrained. I’m about to find out how far your training has gone. I’m going to find out if you are a good slave, Stephi.

Realizing he was ready to take that step from anonymous man typing with an erection to an adult "boy" offering himself for another's direction, another's enjoyment, he was filled with a trembling apprehension -- and uncontrollable desire. Hearing her voice on the phone saying "Come to me now," he knew a new venture was about to commence, a new part of him was about to be unveiled and explored. He had recently discovered a new measure of stimulation by way of his new home computer and on-line surfing; he came eventually to know that this was not merely "

I wake up holding you in my arms and just pull you closer to me. I love the way you fit to my body and the heat that we both generate means we don't need a blanket, we only need each other. I smell your hair and it still smells of your shampoo which is a brand I'm not familiar with, but the scent of you overpowers it. Like a warm spring day it wakes me up fully and I smile thinking about all we have done so far.

So, just a little about me. The last few years have been pretty much without sex from my spouse. I love her dearly, but she doesn't have the sex drive I have, nor the interest in my many fetishes that I desire. I have been good about taking care of my desires while she is away for work or many times while she sleeps in another room, I'm at least able to take things in my own hands.

Notes 1. All characters portrayed are adults (18+) 2. Story doesn't involve whips, chains or leather After an hour of teasing and denial I knew my stepsister Jen couldn't take it anymore, so just as she was about to blurt out the code word, I finally agreed to let her climax. We cuddled together after I unstrapped her and before switching roles so she could return the favor on me, we recounted the origins of our wonderful orgasm control dynamic and how we started engaging in it with each other before even knowing what it was.

Steve I am a professor at a large university. My students are men and women of all ages. There seems to be a trend for older people to go back to school to take the courses they are interested in. Since my area is twentieth century literature, I tend to get older students, especially women in their thirties and forties who don't have to work and can attend lectures in the daytime.

Kara and Tara Bishop had both modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies; it amazed most people that they were just stepsisters because they looked so alike. Both were 18 years old, 5’6” tall and about 120lbs, both were extremely attractive girls with flawless tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls had perfect breasts, if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart shaped asses.