You walk into your room. I am hiding around the corner and put a blindfold on you as I approach you from behind. Grabbing your arms, I pull you against me. "Hello Princess. Your Master has been waiting for you and you are late. I guess I need to remind you why you should always be on time." I hold your hands together behind your back and lead you over to your bed.

Twenty minutes had come and gone before I finally stopped myself. I turned the vibrator off and inserted it into Jen's mouth with a small grin. A simple head nod had her suckling it like her very life depended upon it. Once it was cleaned of me, I removed it from her mouth. I glanced down and noticed the small puddle of wetness beneath Jen. "Now, then. I can do this all night, sweetheart.

"Thank you for calling Holmes BMW. This is Trina, how may I help you?" Every time the phone rang those were the dreadful words that rolled out of her mouth. It had been two weeks since she wrecked her Beamer on her way home from a party. Her father said that she had no idea what it was like to work for money and that it was about damn time she learned.

Ever since puberty I have been enamored with beautiful dominant women. Most of the fantasies I have ever had revolved around being at the feet of, and wrapped around the finger of a beautiful femme fatale. Throughout my entire life I have sought these types of women but have never found one that really shared my desires. Sure, I have met my share of demanding women but it usually turned out that they were demanding and controlling in a vanilla way and it never extended to the bedroom let alone into a Mistress/slave relationship.

Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw the paddle I brought out to smack her ample ass with. They did bulge. Joyce liked all the dirty little things that can be fun and accomplished in sex play. Sadly she liked them from afar for a number of equally sad reasons. While having what she thought was an extremely wild past, in reality it was merely Vanilla in style.

"My..." Muttered princess Esme, as the maids followed her into the room. "What a mess. Those opposing armies really didn't stand a chance." "May we help you undress, your highness?" Esme only responded by lifting her arms. Carefully, after several layers of petticoats and ceremonial armor had been removed, they revealed it. The chastity belt, precisely where Esme's mother had locked it, dripping profusely with sweet, feminine fluids. Her gigantic ass bulged beneath the thickened waistband, red and needy, as her long legs shivered from the cold.

Hi folks, Zoe here. I recently submitted a story in Exhibitionist/Voyeur called the 'Long Term Nudity Project' right here on Lit and I haven't yet decided whether I will continue with it. However, the scenario has opened my eyes to other interesting possibilities that I would like to explore a little before I make my final decision on continuing with the ladies of the L.T.N.P. So for the time being, this is a short, standalone story depicting what the L.

Many kinksters will argue that BDSM is about physics- the creamy rhythm between the cane and the flesh, or the quiet intensity of tying a submissive in a challenging and artistic position. Others might counter by saying that is all about biology- kink electrifying the exchange of endorphins and fuelling the intensity of the pain and pleasure paradigm. Two episodes with my Mistress recently illustrated to me that whilst both above are true, its chemistry that is the all-important science, needed to create the perfect scene between Dominant sadist and compliant submissive.

Throughout the week, we had seen each other only in brief glimpses. We were due for Saturday breakfast together. I awoke early as usual and let her sleep, curled around a ball of covers, red curls spilling around the pillow. I prepared for us bagels with cream cheese and grape jam, bacon, juice and coffee. If my stirring in the kitchen did not awaken her, the combined aromas of coffee and frying bacon surely did.

A prequel to the Bunny Trilogy; June 3rd 7pm. He stood there as She had requested, naked apart from the collar and leash and pressed up against the picture window. He could see the golden vista in front of him- the impossibly green Kent landscape, fed by the incessant winter rains, ran down to the cliffs and the sea beyond. At this time of year the sun had yet to wane, and its honeyed glow coated everything a warming amber.

Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Very often, Nick would write a detailed role play for them to play out and send to her in advance.

*Please note the following story is completely fictional and is meant to be portrayed as a completely consensual, adult, safe D/s relationship and story. Ivy knew she had been bad, she had willfully disobeyed her Mistress. She had been tired this morning after their fun night of play and completely disregarded her chores while she was at work. She knew that was unacceptable and would pay and now she was stuck here all night to think about it.

The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished.

Another boring day in the office. It has been seven and a half hours and finally, my coworkers are leaving. I still have an hour to go, but the office is mine. Wasting no time, I switch the tabs in my browser and open up the innocently sounding pages filled with hardcore BDSM. Oh reddit, my dear friend - where would I be without you. Ever since the tumblr shutdown, I have had a hard time finding good content, but you never let me down.

It has been two days since my first real play-session with my girlfriend. And oh my, was it two very long days since then. My hope that living my fantasy would reduce my horniness and leave me free to think about other stuff was absolutely crushed. I couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. About her thighs, the change of her tone when she commanded me, the look in her eyes.

First written in 2001. I first met Mick online in a chat room for single women. He claimed to be thirty-two years old and while he was no Tom Cruise he wasn't unattractive either he said. We chatted for a couple of hours and he came across as genuine and we ended up chatting regularly, which meant most nights. Let me take this chance to tell you a little about myself.

I love transatlantic flights; some people hate the long boring hours, but not me. Life is what you make of it and while for some a Boeing 747 might be a place filled with half sleeping people, it was something completely different to me. This plane is my hunting ground. The pathways between the chairs are like the open places in the forest where the deer find their way. The business class is like a pond in the middle of this forest were the most luscious and well fed deer appear, so open and vulnerable.

There were no preliminaries. He plainly had a very clear idea of what was going to happen. Following usual procedure, Eve set her bag down and quickly stripped. Her pussy was immaculately bare, and she presented it, spreading its wet pink with her fingers. She turned, bent, reached behind her and clasped the cheeks of her arse, pulling them apart to present her anus. She pushed out the tight dark hole as he liked.

'Come on Red' you call to me, 'it's a perfect day for an adventure'. I laugh, a sparkle in my eyes as we step out into the bright sunshine, hot air, and fresh sea breeze outside our beautiful Greek town house. The flowers seem extra vibrant today as we stroll hand in hand through the small village and down to the ancient docks. I notice you're wearing a rucksack but don't concern myself with the content, safe in the knowledge you'll have thought out what we need for our adventure.

My Master told me to sit naked and wait for his orders. The chair was cold on my bare ass, so he let me put something down as a barrier. I took my sarong from the towel rack (I wrap myself in it every morning to walk to the dorm showers) and placed it on the chair. I wait. I watch the screen, wishing that rather than this two-dimensional conversation we were in glorious 3-D.

10:23, she thought to herself, I might be too late as she listened to the computer log on to the internet. It had been at least three months since the last time she talked to him. He had completely disappeared. She figured he had probably gotten in trouble with his wife over his internet fantasies and was laying low for a while, as they all do. She knew he would be back eventually, they always are.

This is one of my older stories, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: "'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it." Well she liked it alright, so much that she couldn't stop playing with it, so she put a ring on it; her lover's clit, to be exact. Now, through use of a remote control app on her phone, she can play with it whenever she likes.

This chapter is a collaboration between me and another author named ViWriter. When the characters go to different locations, he writes Kelly's perspective and I write Julia's. The ∞ symbol indicates switching perspective. Contains: doing things in public, orgasm control/denial, gentle dom/sub. She unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, sighing to see everything dark and empty. Only one more day. She set down her purse and turned to lock the door.

Many thanks to ViWriter for helping me edit this story. It's not required to read parts one and two first, but this story assumes you have, so some things may be confusing if you haven't. The most important information to know is that Julia is wearing a remote-controlled vibrating clit ring that can detect how close she is to orgasm and tease her accordingly. Contains: bondage, exhibitionism, orgasm control/denial, dominant/submissive, a bit of humiliation, and some mild breathplay.

**This is my fist story for a long time, so I'd be grateful for any comments or feedback** *** Monday morning seemed like a mile away just a few days ago!... I had been so relaxed and excited to finally meet the girl I've been fantasizing for the past few weeks, a girl that seemed just too good to be true even from the further reaches of my imagination. But here I was turning the fantasy into reality.

My thoughts raced a mile a minute as i drove down the roadway. Unable to believe i was finally going to meet my Master tonight. The One who had occupied my on-line life. Heading to the hotel where i would finally meet You, i remember what You had told me: "When you arrive at the hotel go to the check-in desk... tell them you are my guest and they will give you a key to My room.

Finally getting home from work, I walk into the dimly lit apartment. I realize that things are out of place. I look up and see him standing before me, silent, powerful. I know I am in for a good session tonight. He looks at me, cocks his head to the side and says, "Strip, slut." I obey without hesitation or even a questioning glance. I know better. He guides me over to the couch and orders me to sit.

It had been one of those days from hell. Demanding customers, temperamental co-workers and heavy rush hour traffic had combined to make it a very long day indeed. Turning the lock on the door and entering the cool darkened foyer, she slid off her high-heels and headed straight to the refrigerator. After pouring a glass of wine, she unbuttoned her blouse and headed for a relaxing bath. She slid off the short skirt that was just barely long enough to be acceptable for wear at work and paused to check herself out in the mirror.

Hi, my name is London I was named after the city I was conceived in. Let me tell a little about me. First I am 19 years old. I stand 5'5" tall and weigh 105 lbs. My measurements are 34B-22-35, my hairs is blonde and I have green eyes. Pretty good huh. This little adventure was a while in coming. You see I have always wondered why a person would let themselves be tied up, I did not fully understand.

- Ashley was lonely and horny... She was getting ready to go to Matthew's party. They'd known each other since she used to work at the bookstore. He'd been a regular customer there getting all his professional books from them. He didn't read much else than textbooks. That's what he'd told her when she struck a conversation with him. She had kind of a crush on him since the first time he came into the store.