***** From the end of part 2 ***** "Let's get up Elizabeth. We will put on some robes and I will make you dinner." "Okay Mistress. Thank you Mistress." We stood. Natalie went into her bedroom and returned wearing a black silk robe, carrying a matching one for me. She held it out helping me to put it on. They were beautiful and stunning, barely covered our asses and pussies. Natalie turned me around so we were facing a mirror, standing beside each other.

... From the end of part 3 ... "Good night Mistress." I was startled awake by the covers being torn off of me. Natalie was standing at the side of the bed in thigh high boots and a corset that covered only her midriff. ... Start of pt. 4 ... The lights in the bedroom were dimmed. It was dark outside. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stretched. Natalie's eyes had not left mine.

I was unable to focus on anything all afternoon. I made several trips to the ladies room to appreciate and reminisce over Natalie's photo. On the second visit I had to pee. The flow had just started when I felt one of the balls slipping out of me. I shot a hand between my legs pissing all over my wrist and splashing all over my legs to keep the ball from landing in the toilet.

Looking for Adventure ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers, As always, thank you for choosing to read one of my writings. I appreciate your support, love to read your comments, and hope you enjoy the read! ~Apple ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It never ceases to amaze me, even after six years of teaching university level courses, that at least one student will think they're smarter than you. In an age where universities and professors have software to scan papers and pick up on key words and plagiarized thought flow analysis, you would think they would stop stealing from people's works.

Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family's wealth and position. Even so, he'd been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.

Diligently she went about packing the picnic basket, having rummaged through the house to gather all the things she knew He liked, adding a few different items for variety and to her liking. Tipping her head and looking over the assortment and wondering how she will pack it all in the basket. Biting her lip and setting her mind to the task she starts with the larger items, packing them at the bottom snuggly before adding the others, a bottle of wine, a few glasses, plates and napkins.

"Isn't this an incredible place? I mean, look at all the people here. They're all hot." He turned and watched two women walk by, ogling them in the worst way, but in a way most guys seemed to think was somehow attractive or appealing to women. I sat my empty drink on the bar. "Excuse me," I said talking to the side of Steve's or Rob's or Leo's head. He had introduced himself but 10 seconds after he had said his name I couldn't remember it and never would.

A warning to the reader. This is a very long chapter. I hope the journey is worth it should you find your way to the end. Following chapters will not be as long. ******************************************* In the morning I felt so rested and so awake. So complete. So satisfied and happy. I loved my cats while I ate breakfast and ran my typical Saturday errands. Several times during the day I thought of driving over to Natalie's but resisted the urge.

... she sits in the window seat her forehead leaning against the cool glass, her dark green eyes not really taking in the bustle of the people below her, her mind distracted by the ache in her heart. her Master had been gone for so long already, a few phone calls when he could... always short and brief but enough to let her know He was thinking of her too, how much longer would He be gone she wondered.

I stood, under the dim light, my neck bent and my hair parted at my nape. I could hear his steady breath caress the back of my ear. For a very brief moment, his fingers touched mine. My breathing grew faster, I instinctively held my breath. He, however, continued moving mechanically as if performing an experiment he studied routinely. His steady and skinny fingers appeared suddenly next to my ears and gently pushed my hair behind them, never touching my skin.

Mistress Catja's session with 'analslave M' 23-03-2015 My head is pounding as I hear Mistress Catja's footsteps on the gallery. This horny bitch can't escape, there is no way out and I don't want any other way. 'So filthy slut here I am again. Have you cleaned your house for your Mistress?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Indeed very cleaned up, have you done that all by yourself?' 'Someone does this for me Mistress.

Tonight was the night. I was finally on vacation in North Carolina. I was away from the daily grind of my life for an entire week. I had left everything behind for some quality "me" time. I had made a vow to myself that before week's end I would hook up with at least one hot guy. But not just any hot guy, you see, but a NASCAR driver. I was in driver country.

Just looking at Heidi, you could tell that she was a freak. The looks she gave. The way she always participated in "underwear on the outside" day. The way she'd suck on your fingers if your hand somehow ended up near her. She wasn't my type, though. I've never known measurements beyond "not enough" "too much" or "just right," and Heidi was just a little too far on the "too much"

I lay bound spread eagle on mistress Helen's bed totally immobilized and for the first time during the session I started to feel afraid. The moment my mistress had mentioned cbt I got very nervous and anxious because I didn't think I could handle it. I had never tried that activity before, and having it done to me while I was bound and helpless frankly scared the crap out of me!

I lay there immobilized on the bed and I looked up at mistress Sophie in fear as she tightened her hold on my nuts. I could feel my body shaking in fear and I wondered if I had made a mistake requesting a bdsm session. I suddenly remembered my safe word and I decided to use it. "Red!" I yelled. Sophie looked down at me and frowned. "Is that your safe word?

I looked up at my Ex-girlfriend in shock. I still couldn't believe she was here, and I couldn't believe she actually wanted to dominate me, even if it was out of revenge. She looked down at me with a smirk on her face and she tightened her grip on my balls which made me wince in pain and close my eyes I fear. "I should probably chop your balls right off,"

Mistress Sophie and mistress Becky were looking at my dick with fascination and lust. "Your Ex-boyfriend has a nice dick," Sophie said. Becky smiled at her. "He sure does," she replied. She grabbed my balls in her hand and lightly squeezed them for a few seconds then she let go of them. "I love squeezing his nuts," she said. "So do I Sophie replied but let me show you something I enjoy doing, even more,"

I usually feel the loneliest and neediest in the early morning hours. As I lie here with my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my wet, aching pussy, my mind wanders back to when I first got married. I married my husband at age 21, almost 30 years ago, and that's when I "went all the way" for the first time. I loved it, and I adored having sex with him!

It's Friday, just after midday, and I am in the lift of my Dom's office building. I have a caesar salad in my bag for him which is ostensibly my motivation for dropping in. Later, we're going away for a long, filthy weekend. A weekend which should have already begun except he was called into work to approve an emergency file. He promised to be back by early afternoon but I'm overcome by giddy anticipation.

To the Reader, my Master has granted his permission for me to submit this story. He is a good Master and has won me. The door on the long black car opened quickly. His eyes were glued to the long stockinged leg that gracefully stretched out. It's red shoe landed directly on the edge of the puddle. The second leg followed, almost sliding down the length of the first. Tiny drops of water splashed over her shoes.

(I want to be tied, and bound, and shackled. I want my body to be exposed, vulnerable, aching. I want clamps and plugs and crops. And more. I want to beg. I want to be a perfect, trembling slut. For you. My cheeks burn as i write this... i am hot, all over...) I sighed and flipped the page. How easily the words came, from pen to paper. Tucked away in my secret notebook.

I had always loved female domination porn, I watched it all the time as a teenager, and even now at the age of 24 I still watched female domination porn. I had loved that type of porn for as long as I could remember and I didn't know why. Women of authority had always turned me on like crazy, and it was so hard for me to fight my urges. My 23-year-old girlfriend Becky had found out about my love of female domination and she had not been very happy about it.

I lay there on the king sized bed looking up at my mistress with a raging boner. She was still holding my dick in her hand and I was aroused as hell even though we had only just started. She had a tight grip on my dick as if it were a prized possession and she squeezed it as she examined it in her hand. "You have a very nice dick Dean I'm impressed and I don't usually impress too easily,"

Megan suggested the movie and that's how it all started. She was a grad student in Design and knew more than Troy did about such things. Besides, her tastes in movies went much deeper than his interests in college comedies and cheap action movies. They went well together though, and she taught him a lot and helped him expand his horizons. The movie was French and neither of them spoke the language but the subtitles let them understand what was taking place.

She went to her closet and took out a pair of tights and two dress options. She laid them on the bed and sat on her vanity chair to pull her tights up her legs. She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed trying to decide which dress she should wear. The dark purple one that was tight and showed off her curves, or the black one that she loved the way it showed off her back.

It's long after midnight. One more paper to grade. I take a deep breath and a last swig of cold coffee. The assignment had been to write a story about lost love. My mistake. Seems these students are too young to describe such emotional upheavals convincingly. Or maybe they just don't dare to be honest. Anyway, Isabelle is my last hope. She's the beauty with the little nose ring. Always sits at the front looking wide eyed at me as if she reads my thoughts when I return her gaze.

With encouragement from my favorite group, here is a full story of a fantasy. ***** With the shrill of the doorbell, I jump up off the couch, walking up to the door. I don't ask who it is or look through the peephole, I know he is coming to see me. My delicate fingers brushed over the chain lock, sliding the bolt open. Timidly, I open the door and step back slightly with a shy hesitation.

The hour was late, the air cold as the crisp fresh fallen snow lay on the ground; Raider walked into the room. It was cloudless outside, the stars shinning brightly, littered against a blackened sky. He was leaning against the fireplace hearth, the fire's heat radiating throughout the room cast an eerie glow that silhouetted him, the soft scent of pine and oak permeated the room. He called to her; she moved silently to stand before him standing tall and proud, her lithe form seemed to shine in the waning moonlight.

Sat at the end of the bar, just staring into space, you've been nursing the same drink now for 30 minutes, not that I've been watching you. Oh how I would love to be able to read your mind, to know have you once thought of me, are you thinking of me right now? From my seat in the corner I can see most of the bar without being spotted. I've seen the way everyone looks at you as they walk in or head towards the bar.

Slowly I open my eyes as you remove the blindfold, blinking, trying to adjust to the bright light and let my eyes focus to my surroundings. My mind is screaming, I'm still unable to comprehend how things have moved so quickly. Just a few hours ago I had sat quietly watching you in bar, now I am stood in your playroom, naked, hands bound and raised high above me, causing me to have to stand on tip toes.