Lisa lay bound, belly down and naked on the bed. Not an unusual position for her to be in, she normally found it reassuring. She had spent many an hour in similar positions, unable to move and simply waiting for what was to happen next. This time however, she wasn't sure at all what she was waiting for. She was in the hog tied position. Her hands crossed and tied behind her, feet together and bound as well.

Introducing Karen - she was medium height and medium weight, but that weight was stacked in all the right places. Eighteen and in what she considered her last year of school, as she had no interest on going on and getting a college degree. Blonde and vivacious, Karen had every intention of being married by the time she was twenty. The way the young men of her acquaintance trailed after her she had no doubt that it was just a matter of picking the right one.

It had been a long, arousing day. Every moment possible, he'd brushed against her, or made a sexy remark, or just flashed her those luscious eyes and she'd felt the tingle between her legs. And he'd escalated the arousal, too, his touches becoming more bold and unmistakable, his gaze more heated and suggestive. So when he called to her and asked her to come into the bedroom, her body had flushed hot and she'd almost scrambled.

"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, slave," my Lord says quietly, "You will not have another until next Sunday, over a week away." "Why, my Lord?"I ask, my voice a tad too high, a little scared. "Because you were such a slut last night. Because it pleases me. Because you will be in agony. All. Week. Long." It isn't the first time we'd played this game. I'd once had 6 weeks of orgasm denial that turned into two months because I accidentally came with him on one occasion.

I have been naughty, disrespectful, and needy. As to whether it was on purpose on my part, or not, I don't really know and don't really care, although I should care very much. What I do know, with all certainty, is that my Master does not and will not accept this type of behavior from me, ever, whatever the reasons. My blatant defiance of his most basic rules is cause for extreme correction.

I put on an entire Nike set of heather gray and volt dri-fit compression gear, and a pair of white shirts and a white hat. I had my backpack with my work clothes and a spare towel for working out strapped over one shoulder, as I entered Carolina's car. "Good morning, sir," she said as I sat down. "Good morning Carolina." I said in a dry tone. "Can I ask you something, and you will give me the honest truth?

This story is a fantasy, how I imagine a realistic ish lifestyle working when I meet the right woman. Sunday-Thursday The alarm goes off at 7am. Zoe gets out, wearing her short, form fitting nightie and lays out my clothes. Often, this is girly panties with Jeans and a t-shirt, but occasionally a bra, corset or silky girly slut wear is worn underneath. Today is a tight, pink, silk top that just covers my ass, tight jeans and tshirt.

Your sinuous form slides over me as water across rock, and yet, still outwardly unmoved, I continue to read. It's been like this for an hour now, you becoming more and more brazen as I studiously ignore every attempt you make to attract my attention. ... As ever, it began quietly. A look, an 'accidentally' raised hemline, stooping just too low allowing the valley of your breasts to cascade across my view as you brought my Rioja, but it built rapidly.

The rhythm of the music pounded into me, it was like a part of me. I couldn’t believe I could feel this sexy, this vibrant, and full of life. Who knew that going to rock concerts could do that? I ran my hands up my tight black leather clothes, a corset that pushed my full milky breasts up, and made me feel like a porn star, and tight black pants that made my ass look great, were only complemented by my black knee high boots.

Powerless Bratty Suspension -- 26.11.18 She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head... She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes.

She was so nervous as she got dressed to go out tonight. It would be their first time going somewhere like this, and she wanted to look her best for him. Looking at him through the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. He was wearing his sexy as hell leather pants, and a tight, fitted shirt. She wanted to go to him, to run her fingers through his hair and kiss him.

Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If you want to have a release, you have to do it on my terms.

WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death. ------- I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My specialty is sculptures, often in plastic, and often in bright colors. It is not the kind of art that usually leads to public recognition, but I was very lucky to cause a major scandal two years ago in Berlin.

Audrey was an Afro Caribbean woman, 26 years old, 5'10" tall with 46DD breasts and a medium frame. She was totally submissive with a particular fetish for anonymous sex. This is her story in all its glory. Peter and Gareth, were removal men, well that's not quite true they were brothers who earned extra cash with the large Mercedes walk through van. They thought their boat had come in when asked to deliver one box for £400 from Hackney to Ilford, a distance of some 20 miles.

"GPS has done it again" she says out loud. It has gotten her lost more than once lately, beyond time for an update. But she didn't think it could screw up going up I-95 and finding such a historical little city such as Kiawah Island. But here she is, lost! She could have sworn that turn she took several miles back said "Kiawah Island 16 miles" but she has gone further than 16 miles no doubt.

Lost and Found It was a chilly morning as I was walking in the park. Aside from a few morning joggers, there weren't many people, or at least this part of the park. I passed the graffiti-covered obelisk; before heading to the park bench. As I sat down, I looked at my watch; it was precisely 7:00 AM. Nervously I rubbed my hands as I looked to the left and then to the right.

"Good boy. Always remember that I can abandon you anytime I desire it. Do you understand?" "Woof." "Good. Now, Master Dave, has he been a good puppy?' "Yes, Goddess Vena, he has." "Dino, get on all fours." After I got on all fours, Goddess Vena told me to lower my chest onto the table and put my hands behind my back. She and Master Dave stood behind me. After having my legs spread further apart, I felt Goddess Vena's sharp nails caressing my balls.

It was fading into dusk, and a sable pall was descending swiftly over the verdant island and across the water to a smaller, sandy spit jutting from the atoll like an undersea tongue, casting the formerly shimmering swells into a mass of rolling darkness. The soft light of the descending sun reflected warmly off the softly lapping waves, glinting with flecks of blazing orange and red and casting the sea into an endless expanse of fire.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 5 - You're Humiliated, But I Want More - In the crowd, women are cheering and boys are crying. You lost your title, to a girl! You were the undefeated champion! Oh, you poor baby! -Hahaha- Not anymore! I took your championship belt away from you in just the second round!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 6 - The In-ring Interview and Pandemonium in the Crowd - Your naked cock flutters in the cool air of the arena, painfully erect, and desperate for a woman's touch. I stand next to you, one of my delicate hands cruelly gripping your painfully swollen balls. All around us breathless female reporters climb into the ring.

He could not remember what he noticed first, the sound of her high heels on the cold floor or the smell of her perfume. She was definitely going out tonight. The "she" in question was his flatmate whose shut door he blew past on his way to doing more work standing in the kitchen on yet another Friday night. New York City life was a bit of a drag sometimes. Standing in the kitchen alternating between typing, eating, and swearing, the latest near silent "

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 1 - The prelude You're already in the ring, your fists raised, as your adoring fans cheer you on. You're "the Champ". -Heh- You might be the greatest fighter the world's ever known, and in your long and illustrious career, you've never been defeated. All that's about to change!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 2 - The Backstory You can't believe what's happening... "You poor baby!" -Hahaha- The fight to defend your championship belt... is also a reality tv show, where you're trapped in the ring with a painfully sexy girl. ;) "that's me" -heheh- The first time the women producing the new show.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 3 - The Fight: Round One The sound of women's cheers, ring in your ears. You hear the girl who hijacked the announcer's microphone address the crowd again. With sadistic glee, she starts taunting all the men and boys in the audience, as well as the unsuspecting males watching at home.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 4 - The Fight: Round Two Your team of coaches and seconds swarm around you as you sit slumped in your corner. After the ordeal of round one, there is serious doubt about whether you will be able to hold your arms up, and continue with the fight. Your seconds desperately try to massage the feeling back into your battered limbs, moving your joints in small circles, trying to loosen you up.

Derek had been living with me for about six months. He was a former student of mine I just sort of picked up outside the grocery store in the fall. We soon got into a routine. It was getting colder and colder that November, rainy and dreary. He cleaned house for me while I played on the computer, read or watched TV. I spanked him regularly; when he needed to be punished and sometimes just because I felt like it.

Once Mistress got used to using the razor strop it became her favorite way to discipline me. The strop hung in my bathroom proudly patiently waiting its time for Mistress to order me to take it down for another whipping. Mistress found was the strop did not break the skin yet left wide red marks that healed in less then a day. The punishment that the strop gave me was like a good workout at the gym on my buttock muscles making them a quite sore as if I was at the gym.

It all started with an innocent bet over dinner one evening. With nothing more than a quick check of the internet I had won the bet, but I was not ready to collect. That would wait for another time and place. We did not even decide what the reward was. All she knew is that she lost. Weeks later, I decided it was time to collect. The kids were gone for the night and we would have the place to ourselves.

Author's note: This story explores the origins of a young woman's sexual desires. The character originally appeared in a previous story of mine, They Are AOK, Ch 20. * Lori Steele was a few months shy of her nineteenth birthday when she first discovered what would become her lifelong lifestyle. The summer after graduation she went on a trip with her best friend. Her friend's father who was one of Lori's parents' oldest friends accompanied the young women.

This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy... --- Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately.