Be kind... I'm new: This may be minimal to most of you but I guess you can say it was O/our first "official scene" and a significant step for the both of us ... at home and inspired by some great advice and a home-made toy. Sunday at Lowes, W/we were buying some paint primer for the house and chuckled when the employee handed us 2 wood stirring sticks. Back in May, a certain Sadist told us how to make slappers out of the free wood sticks and some rubber.

The following is a work of fiction to be consumed ONLY by adults 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old. This is a kinky pairing between a switchy couple, with the male in the dominant role in this scene. It is intended as a quick and dirty read with very little relational or character exposition. This story includes the usage of several different toys, anal penetration, and some humiliation.

Gilli walked tentatively along the hotel corridor looking for room 102 dressed as instructed in tightly laced black bodice, black choker, seamed stockings, heels and a long coat to cover her embarrassment. Her nipples rubbed against the roughness of her coat aroused by excitement or fear, she was unsure of which, perhaps a little of both. It had started as a simple instruction, "Meet me Saturday night 8pm, Hotel Ibis Canterbury.

The sound of a kitchen cabinet closing a little too hard roused Clare from her afternoon nap. She sat up and looked to her phone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 5:15, about half an hour later than Matt normally arrived home. She slid off the bed and went to join him in the kitchen. "Why didn't you wake me up when you got home?" She asked, opening her arms to hug him.

Being in control of one's own orgasm is something that people tend to take for granted. Sure, you can't literally cumanytime you want, but it is close enough – all you really need is a little time alone and bam; gratification, bliss, and a slightly fuzzy feeling. As a man, I've certainly taken advantage of that and personally, I kinda had to. My libido has been higher than average since puberty and hasn't gone down since then; I'm talking a minimum of 4 orgasms a day for me to just feel like I can operate normally.

THE CONFIDENTIAL SERIES Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Volume One Eme Strife Copyright© Eme Strife. 2013. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the author's express consent. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Dedication For those who love hard, with passion, determination, and zero apology.

Introduction: This is a story of a young man that learns that he craves a woman with a firm hand to control him sexually. The story contains female domination, bondage, teasing and denial, and some S&M. Doctor’s Orders – Chapter 1 – The Physical Here I am, 28 years old, and I’ve had it with women. I’m 6 feet tall, 185 pounds and quite fit. I’m told I’m pretty good looking.

Doctor's Orders - Chapter 8 - The Weekend Arrives The sun rose early over Lake Michigan and drenched the room in brilliant orange light. Erika was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. I put my arm around her and softly kissed the back of her neck. "Good morning, Joe," she said through her yawn. "Good morning, Erika. Thanks for asking me to stay over last night. I had a good time.

Chapter 9 - The Club (Part 1 was chapters 1 through 7 and Part 2 was chapter 8.) The room was dimly lit, much like any nightclub would be. The music was loud enough but not so overpowering that someone would have to shout to be heard. An old Linda Ronstadt tune, "It's So Easy" was playing. There were booths around three sides of a hardwood stage. Each one had a curved black leather cushion behind a half-circle shaped table.

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish, if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older. ======= Chapter 1: "Miss McLean... Miss Mclean... Miss Mclean!" "Huh, what... oh sorry Professor Matthews." "Did you enjoy your nap Miss McLean?" asked Professor Matthews with a smirk on his face?

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older. ======= Chapter 4 The next morning I woke up to my alarm and shivered a little, realizing that I was completely naked. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for my day.

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 (This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.) ======= Chapter 7: "Okay Missy it is 7:00 o'clock and its time to start your day," I heard the Professor say. All I was thinking now was 'how much more juvenile can this get?

"Troy will be here Tuesday night," He told her, "to work his special magic with the camera. I believe that one of the best possible Valentine's Day experiences should be a documentation of O/our relationship." she simply smiled sweetly, barely daring to look up from where she knelt beside His favorite reclining chair while Joe Scarborough prattled on. "That would be wonderful, Master. How do You want Troy to photograph U/us?

Note to Reader: My Beloved, Little One is stricken with Alzheimer. "Stricken" is not overly-dramatic, especially when it happens to one who has lived with so much vitality and intensity. Of course, everyone connected to the person so afflicted, also "has it" to some degree and we struggle too. My reasons for scribbling these words together are tri-fold. In her deepest, inner self, I know that the woman I love so dearly is still here with us.

Two months after having moved in with Master, i had to visit my doctor again. My Gynecologist was in Tennessee. i knew i had fibroid tumors that had not been totally removed in the previous procedure. i was constantly bleeding. i could not go on this way. i made the trip down in one day and back. The doctor came in to the room i was waiting and i spoke before he could, and told him i wanted a full Hysterectomy.

This robbery is going great, you think to yourself. The bank guard, an old man, never noticed the interaction with the teller. The teller fills the bags fast after you hand her the note. You quickly turn from the counter and make for the door. This is where bad luck sets in. You bump into a large man walking in the door, slowing your exit. The teller yells, "Stop her, she just robbed the bank!

The other shoe drops! POV = Jesse Wright The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid. He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing by and pick her up. Snickering at the good fucking he had forced on his slave wife.

I'm Jesse Wright. This is my story about what happened a couple of weeks ago. When I discovered that my wife Mabel, was having an affair with her boss, Kenny Deever. I was so angry, I canceled my dates that week to fuck my youngest sister-in-law and my best friend's wife. Hell, I was so pissed off at my slut wife, I couldn't even get it up to fuck her. That triple loss of hauling my ashes on a weekly basis, made me madder'n rabid dog!

She came across as being kind of wholesome or innocent. There was some truth to it. She'd had a few boyfriends before me, but was definitely the "relationship type" and had never had a one-night stand. She told me that she had never looked at dating as just "having fun," it was always to find someone compatible for a long-term relationship. She was in her late twenties and was ready to get married and have children if she met the right guy.

So I met my mistress six weeks ago. She sensed that I was lonely and lost and invited me to come home with her to meet her prize-winning dogs. She told me to undress and then put a collar around my neck. She said that I could leave at any time but that if I stayed all my troubles would be over, but that I would have to become her "

It's time to go to the library. I get out the collar and the chain and the kneepads and call you over. You come quick, like a good little doggie, and fasten the kneepads around your knees. We leave the house and go down the stairs onto the street. We're going to fuck at the library. Everyone can see you're my bitch. You follow behind me in your little purple outfit with a tail hanging down between your legs, your ass big and round and beautiful.

I waited in the car for ages trying to summon up the courage to go through with my idea. After finding the human puppy school on the net I had contacted the 'trainer' and he'd invited me along to his kennel to see how I liked it. So here I was, and I decided to go ahead and give it a try. I knocked on the door of the ordinary three bedroomed semi and must have looked like any regular guy to the people passing in the street.

It's Saturday. I wake up stretch and reach for my slave. The bed is empty next to me and I realize that he is still at work as he works the graveyard shift. I look at the clock and realize that he will be home within the hour. I jump out of bed, get dressed in the tank top dress that I usually run around the house in and start getting breakfast going.

"Time for your walk," Master announces. He's holding the collar and leash as he waits in the doorway. She feels her face grow warm, but follows him wordlessly to the car. She struggles to stay quiet and still as they make the half-hour drive to the park. He stops at the guard shack at the park entrance; she keeps her face averted, afraid to meet the ranger's eye. A minute or two later, he's back and the entry gate swings open.

Her chin rested against the fabric of my jeans as a comforting weight. Her big eyes looked up at me. They followed my face intently as I relaxed looking at the TV. Her red hair piled high on top of her head. Many mini curls fell into every which direction. Her hands were poised next to her chin in my thigh. Her elbows were tucked in, like a person hiding the arms under a t-shirt only sticking out the hands pretending to be midget.

We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flaunting herself at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong; allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet, only a few cars with single guys, so she orders me into the back and tells me to strip.

Even though it was well past midnight and he hadn't called in two months, Dale knew there was no need to identify himself when her sleep-drugged voice finally answered the telephone. The first words out of his mouth were unapologetic. "I'm on my way, make yourself ready." He heard the sharp intake of her breath and smiled to himself, pleased with the sound of shock in her voice. Instantly wide-awake, it was obvious Natsumi not only knew who was calling, but more importantly, why.

This story contains elements of female domination, humiliation, degradation, corporal punishment and homosexuality. If that's not your thing go read something else. Dogshit the Bitch teaches the gospel Someone reading this with modern eyes might well question my sanity and the sanity of the man sucking my cock even more. They would also think that we were the same when we are very different. He is a masochist who loves being punished and abused by a sadistic woman.

I rolled over, my hands reaching out and finding nothing. I had expected him to be in the bed. I lifted up slightly to hear the shower running. I dropped back down, a grin spreading across my face as I thought about the night before. It had been so hot. I could still feel his beard between my thighs. I felt myself get wet as I relived him using his beard on my clit.

Steve opened his eyes, quickly realising it had not been a dream – he really was tied up. His arms were pulled over his head, making his shoulders ache fiercely. Scrabbling, he managed to get his feet under him to take his weight, reducing the strain on his arms and shoulders. His wrists weren't tied, they were chained, the links running up to a beam in the ceiling. His jacket and shirt were gone – he was bare-chested, barefoot and, judging by the blood, he'd been in a fight.