"Can I tell you something?" He asked her. They were standing in the corner of a room filled with drunk college students who were drinking, talking, and dancing to the loud music blaring from the speakers. "You are the prettiest girl at this party." The statement surprised her. She was wearing baggy jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, and she wasn't wearing makeup. Other girls wearing short skirts and tight jeans, halter tops and tube tops.

There was running water in the background. Hannah knew more than anyone that this was never a good a sign about where the day was headed. Which doesn't stop her from stripping, eyes still closed. Master didn't expect her to wake up when he began to prep for a scene this early, but it was always nice to surprise him. To be ready by the time he came out from the bathroom.

Richard knew he was in trouble, big trouble, when she finally managed to get the third ring around his cock. Definitely smaller than the first two. And there were probably two to go. The judge had barely looked up when the foreman handed him the slip of paper. Not guilty. Shit. Where the fuck did she go? Was she just going to leave him here standing spread-eagled at the foot of the bed with his dick stuck somewhere between raging erection and death?

Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck.

Picture yourself in a little out door café: You have just settled down with a nice cappuccino and the local newspaper when you spot two beautiful women walking towards you from opposite directions. You sigh with regret when they pass out of your field of vision and sit at a table directly behind you….but wait! Sometimes hearing is better than seeing. * * * * * "Hey Myra! Wow, you look so great- I love those new boots!

I kept glancing at the clock eagerly waiting for him to return home. I wore a slip of a dress, which I knew He preferred that barely covered my pussy and ass. He looked me over and I saw the approval in His eyes as they roved over me. My skin tingling in anticipation. Almost feeling as if His hands were on me instead of his eyes. He walked over and ran His hand down my back untying the laces holding my dress together as He pressed his hips to mine.

Her boss was infuriatingly pretentious, which was perhaps why she found herself becoming increasingly snarky in her dealings with him. Mr. Sinclair's office had a "lord of the manor" style, complete with a giant desk and antique telephone. She understood that he had taken over the firm after his uncle passed, but that was long enough ago that he could redecorate. However, there was a formality to him that fit his surroundings.

(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best assets. In lots of ways, he was teaching her that she was his vessel, his alone .

Ballet was the world for Nikolai Nikolayvich. He had studied at the prestigious Russian Imperial Ballet Academy in Moscow and had gone on to dance for several years with the Bolshoi. Although he had never achieved the status of a principal or soloist, he was well regarded as a member of the Corps de Ballet for his grace. Like many a dancer, his on-stage career had been cut short by stress fractures and tendinitis.

Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Someone at the mall had actually recognized her from the porno flick we had been forced to make.

May 2013 The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple. "I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head. "Isn't that what they used to tell us at the orphanage?

(Thank you LadyShianne for the editing) She came out of the bed room and began walking down the hall. She was dressed in her sexy lingerie, of black stockings and garter belt. Her long black hair was pulled taut into a pony tail. A leather vest that laced up the front and was half open. She leaned in and kissed him deeply as they met in the hall. This was her usual attire that she wore when she wanted to play in a sexual way.

I was nervous. Trigg, my new pussy boy, drove quickly to our destination. I disregarded his questions and concern. My only thought was of my Lord. My summer dress felt odd on my skin. It was the dead of winter but I knew better than to dress any other way. I wrapped myself in my coat and shuddered. The summons had come in the middle of the night. I was completely unprepared and shaking.

Kyle is a really nice kid who's been dating our daughter Heather for most of their time together in high school. He's a good looking guy with shaggy blonde hair who looks like a surfer. He and Heather go out pretty much every Friday night and we've come to think of him as a member of the family. Both kids will be headed off to different colleges at the end of the summer so their future together is uncertain.

It was finally here, my time to retire. I had been a Navy Seal for 10 years and my body and mind was in need of a rest; and by rest of course I mean an easy job like a security guard for a pharmaceutical company. The worst of anything that could happen at a place like this was some raging lunatic storming the front desk asking for a refund because the medicine his wife was taking turned her into a rabid zombie.

As he stood beside the examining table with flames raging in his cheeks, he submitted to the doctors unexpected request of full nudity. With his clothes neatly piled on the adjacent chair, he laid his bare body against the cold blue plastic and took a deep, calming inhale before letting it slowly ooze out his nostrils. "Why ... is it I have to be naked?" he asked sheepishly, already knowing it was a question of no use.

As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out.

she stepped from the shower, drying herself as she thought of the evening ahead. A smile spread across her lips as she considered how she must prepare. Momentarily, she stepped from the bathroom, as naked as the moment she was born into this world. The icy winter wind rattled the windows, startling her momentarily and ripping her from her thoughts. But then she returned to her previous thoughts, and made her way downstairs to the living room.

He walks in to the bedroom, sees a chair placed at the end of the bed, his Mistress no where in site. Notices that a beautiful black PVC dress is laid out on the bed that he recently purchased for her. Lying next to it is his collar a sure sign that his Mistress is wanting to play. Laying next to it a few lengths of rope and his ball gag.

For the context of this story read, "Wife's Husband and Sister Dominated." My wife is Pam and my sister-in-law is Cindy To put this in perspective, I have left notes on my wife's vanity for years about things I would like her to do to me, but she always ignored them. She said she just did not think she could do those kinds of things. Pam was literally frigid for several years after we were married as a result of her upbringing.

Melinda slipped her fingers under Tanya's collar, holding the leash gently in her hand, guiding her over to her favorite chair, sitting down there and pulling her up into her lap, stroking her neck softly as she settled the girl there, whispering against her ear, "It was fun to torment you at work today, pet." Tanya looked around the room as she was guided along, groaning as she settled into her Mistress' lap, hearing the whisper, whispering her own response, "

the phone rings. she answers. "I am on my way," the boy says. actually he is not a boy at all. 25 years old he is a man. technically though he does not act like it and she is not a little girl she is a woman though on the inside she feels as if she is still a child. she does not believe that she is doing this. but then again.

The smell of autumn was in the air, as the gentle breeze kissed my cheeks. Strolling through the farmer's market on an early Saturday morning, the sun was just starting to emerge. The rays of light dancing around me, I couldn't think of a better place I'd rather be. Strong, fresh brewed coffee in hand, I passed the vendors, who were still putting out the newly made trinkets, paintings, floral displays, and the like.

She checks the instructions on her phone. She's clean. Dripping wet from the shower, her hair turbaned on top of her head, warm and heavy. He hasn't put his requirements in any kind of sensible order. She rearranges them in her head: she's already waxed and smooth. She dealt with the enema before getting in the shower. That leaves hair, makeup, clothing, and the toy. Hair first, she decides. She dries herself roughly, then hangs up the towel.

"Mrs. Jameson?" the voice on the telephone asked. "Yes" Kellie Jameson answered. "This is Ms. Milton at the Colhaven Prep School" the voice responded "Our headmaster would like to see you regarding your children. Could you come in tomorrow around 5pm." "I" Kellie stuttered "I suppose so. Is there a problem?" "Mr. Lace will have to explain it to you when you get here" she replied "I'll schedule you for 5pm sharp then.

...the rattle of the buckle as she slowly attaches the leather cuff to her ankle sending a thrill through her, she closes her eyes a moment and enjoys that feeling...hands trembling she attaches a cuff to her other ankle, and matching ones to her wrists, enjoying the feel of the leather. Breathing deeply the smell, she murmurs softly to herself, a hand reaching up to gently stroke her collar. She was nearly ready, Master was coming home and she would be ready for him.

While running errands the other day, I stopped by the bank to cash my paycheck and inquire if one of the tellers had any pennies for me. I knew her well, as I did tellers in almost every branch in three counties, because I am all over the place as a contracted driver. Sometimes, tellers I've known for years are shocked to learn that I do not live in their small towns, but rather in a metro area a few dozen or so miles away.

"I'd love to be your booby-bammer." I replied. I continued staring at Joan's ample tits, as they slowly returned to their normal color. I was still tremendously turned on by what had just happened, and due to helping pull her downward to increase her own pleasure, I had forgone mine. I began jerking off once again, as I kept my eyes glued to her magnificent mams. "Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "

Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and how happy she was to do his bidding. Precious is only 25, but she's been with Daddy for six incredible years.

This preface is the background for most of my bondage and slavery stories. It describes a world where most girls are enslaved. Their bodies become owned property with no rights at all. At the moment most of my stories are brief visions into this world and do not exist in any order or anything that could be called a "book" but perhaps they will become organized into one some day...