Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Hello my name is Emma and I was finally on my way home from a hard day at court. I was a lawyer for a very well respected law firm. Our firm focused on defending the those that must would call guilty. Today I had helped clear a man that I'm pretty sure was guilty. I have never felt too bad about it before but for some reason today had left a bad taste in my mouth.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. If you have not read part 1, I would recommend going back and reading it now. It had been over a week now since I last saw Luke. He had all the control now as I did not get his number in return. Work had been stressing me out more then ever and I needed some release. I would pleasure myself every night but it did not have the same effect that a night with Luke did.

'You want me to do what??' Dave's voice was high, incredulous, even a little shaken. 'I want you to drop your pants. Now,' and as a sweet little after thought she added - 'please!' Jan grinned lasciviously. Dave felt hypnotised by it. Intoxicated. Giddy. Then he shook himself free a little from her gaze. No way! I have to go to wo.....' His voice trailed off. Jan was glaring at him.

I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.

It was towards the beginning of the Northern Californian school year, as Lori was tidying up the classroom after the children had left for the day. She taught the very youngest children, and today, being the first day of the school year, had been hectic. The last of the children, and some mothers, had departed. She was looking forward to going home to her bachelor pad, kicking off her shoes, putting her feet up and downing a cool beer.

Lori thought she needed a Dom to contain her. She was leaking out everywhere, chasing after the amazing orgasm highs and never really slowing down. When things got quiet, she would find a way to stir the pot, get more cocks into the pipeline, go through a vetting process, fuck one or two, then move on to stirring the pot again. She just loved sex so much and a lot of her meets that she thought were the beginning were in reality an end for the other.

I have written about the realization of our submissive nature in the story called Bead Slut. Lori learned about the sexual joys of submission and humiliation during a trip to Seattle where we met a dominant man named Frank. He pierced her left nipple telling me it was a symbol of her dedication to him as much as her wedding ring was to me. He promised to contact us again, but unfortunately his marriage reached a crisis where he had to give up his adulterous ways or his marriage.

Lori, naked with her ass up and head down and feet hanging off the bed, was given her instructions and did her best to follow them. Her potential new Dom said no looking and no talking. He wanted her in position to be vulnerable and ready to be fucked. He wanted her full of someone else's cum first. He wanted to mark her. And then he wanted her filled up with even more cum.

I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. "Mr Harnsworth," Lady Marjory demanded, "What exactly do you find funny?" It was something my Father said many years ago, "John," he had said to me in his kindly manner as I stood before him many years ago as a child, "

Lord Marchington's Staff. If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine. He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in addition there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles' tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

Since the age of fourteen, Heather had been one of the maids at Lord James Montgomery's opulent estate. Her duties were primarily cleaning and some light cooking, and to assist the many other maids and butlers working at this rich man's mansion. Heather had no family and very few options, so it was with no small measure of gratitude that she had accepted this position. She worked hard, but all of her needs were met: she was provided with free lodging in the guest house with the other servants, and she was given food to prepare for herself, clothing, and even a very modest allowance for any other needs.

The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistress in my head and She takes charge.

Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year's added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her. "Sorry, dear."

*Dedicated to my male and female submissive anal sluts... this story is not one of male/female submission, but rather Domme/male submission. Benford puts his Queen of Debauchery through her first test, as a Mistress.* * Lord Benford woke the next morning to see his Queen lying beside him. Her breathing was calm and sedate, yet he knew that in the midst of passion she was so much more. He had always dreamed of finding her.

Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me. A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it was the lateness in the day that made it seem so.

I was shocked and embarrassed and immediately put in headspace from her direct words. Embarrassed not only by my very full diaper but that I had been caught disobeying a direct order. Head Mistress S walked over to me as I hurried to get back on my knees. She was dressed in a very beautiful business suit. She came very close to me, wrapped her hand around my head, pulling my face into her crotch and I immediately went weak from her scent and being allowed to touch her.

NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door's locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room.

NOW With a sigh of comfort Penny slips deeper into the warm water and closes her eyes. Her fingers gently caress her body, sliding around her breasts, toying with her nipple rings before finding their way back to her lap. How long has she been made to dispense with the pleasure of touching herself there! It is a boon she has formerly taken for granted, before being forced to wear an inescapable chastity belt.

This memory happened back when I was working nights and you were working days, in the home office. One morning when you got home from the gym you found me already asleep in our bed. My schedule was a little off kilter, I usually wasn't asleep this early. We went out yesterday afternoon with friends and then played that night before I went to work. Because of all that I was exhausted this morning and had gone to bed before you'd gotten home.

Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building's terrace. "This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me," she tapped the seat next to hers. "Wow, I've been in this college two years, never seen this spot before." Priya said. "So quiet and secluded." "And warm," Kavya said. "Check out the view from here. You can see the college grounds fully.

Day 3 Harry groggily opened his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. There was sunlight seeping through the gap in the curtains and he could hear the water running in the shower. He rubbed his eyes and heard the water stop and seconds later Diana came into the bedroom. She was still damp from the shower and her wet hair was pulled back behind her head by a bright red barrette.

DAY 4 Harry woke before Diana and figured it must still be early as the room was still relatively dark. After a quick and necessary visit to the bathroom he walked to the windows and opened the curtains slightly. It was dark and overcast and the rain was hammering down. He knew the weather in Scotland could always be that unpredictable. One day over thirty degrees and the next chilly and raining.

She was alone in a new city full of exciting possibilities and had dressed appropriately in a form-fitting white satin knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. She was five foot five, small, yet devastatingly curvy, 8G firm natural breasts, full hips and ass, shapely legs, long platinum blonde hair and milky pale skin. She was beautiful and she knew it, she played up on it, affected shyness to manipulate and control. She had big blue eyes that could make men and women do anything she wanted.

I once served a daddy dom for quite a while and he set up a meeting with a Pro Domme for me. The following is part 1 of the email report that I sent to him. You had scheduled me to meet Head Mistress S at 5pm so at 3:45 I showered thoroughly, re-shaving my entire diaper area as you directed. I tried hard to scrub around the base ring of my chastity and spray water into the tube until it was very clean and shiny.

He stared at me with those piercing eyes that everyone feared. They bore into you from the front of the lecture hall and there was no where to hide. Everyone feared it, yet why did I feel that tumbling in my belly. As he came closer I grew hotter, till I was sure my cheeks where flushing and he could see me tremble. It was a heady combination of fear and lust that consumed me whenever I saw him.

It was the thing she had for swoopy haired boys, Gwen decided, that made it so difficult for her to dislike Julian Swanson. And she really wanted to dislike him. Why? The reasons were many. His laziness, his money and the spoiled churlish attitude he wore with pride—fostered by his fawning mother— were at the top of the list. However if she were truly honest, Gwen would not pick any of those flaws as the thing that really bothered her about Julian.

M/F, light bondage You are a princess. Kind of a plastics princess. You don't have a care, drifting from shop to shop, just handing over your platinum card. You are wearing tailored grey pinstripe pants that sculpt your shapely bottom. Black boots with a nice raised heel. And a soft sweater that clings in all the right places, draping your womanly curves. As the clerks ring up your purchases and fills the bags, your driver is right there.

Amy's life had settled into an enjoyable routine, mainly focussed on indulgent chats with patients and frequent romps with her newfound Filipino friend. Ditzy, without ever intending to be, she rapidly became everyone's favourite nurse and, since political correctness held no sway within these private walls, attracted many a friendly pat on her perfectly formed posterior. In truth Amy was being paid to be a tangible feel-good factor. Predictably she was propositioned - an oil-Sheik offered a house should she consent to being more liberal with her favours - but Amy charmingly deflected such inducements in a manner skilfully contrived to leave both parties un-offended.

An unorthodox experiment into sexual response concludes the trilogy. An hour later, showered and in a crisp clean uniform, Amy reported to Gooding's office. "I'm currently engaged in cutting edge psychosexual research, which could enhance the international profile of this clinic," he began, with customary self-importance. "Psychosexual?" she said warily, without a clue what this meant, but a shrewd idea of the likely implications. Gooding favoured her with his most winning smile.

Private Lesson "Now the topic sentence should be at the top of the page..." Buzz... buzz... buzz I jumped in my seat as my English professor droned on. Trying to keep as quiet as I could, I reached in my pocket and took out the cell phone hidden there. I looked at it quickly and saw the notice of a text message. I smiled as I flipped the phone open to read it.