He enters the room and suddenly all her attention is on him and him alone. After all, he controls her fate, at least for the next few hours or so. He is carrying a leather strap which he drapes across her belly from the side of the bed. He smiles at her. They share the secret that liza needs a certain amount of pain to really cum. intensely. He walks across the room and throws the strap across the arm of a chair.

I awoke the next morning completely at peace. I was happy, genuinely happy as my thoughts returned to yesterday's events. I remembered Marc's strong arms enveloping me as he stood me before those two young boys, and how he urged them to undress me. My god, I was humiliated! I curled up in bed as I relived those feelings. I stretched and brought my fingers to my clit as I remembered what happened next, though.

"The thing about a great beginning is that there is no such thing. We carry ourselves around in this world, letting things fall on chance, and we hope that this is a great beginning. Just like I did, with You." said Joe the first time he confessed his love for Lizzie. A great beginning for a love story right? Well, ask Lizzie about that and her Reddit profile, where she posts stories about her sexual fantasies and asks advice about a marriage that never had anything but vanilla sex and faked orgasms.

1323 words about creating and beta testing our basement playroom. Lillian, Jamie and Lisa were 18, Kristin and Eva were 18, and Paul and George were 20. *** Jamie helped me get the basement ready. We swept it out and mopped the floor, then we moved a lot of stuff around to clear the center of the space. There was a drain right in the middle of the sloped concrete floor with a shower head over it.

A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21. *** We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our adolescence. We had just graduated from high school and rented a place together down the road near the Junior College in Llano.

Liz and her outlandish kink by Cassandra Lincoln copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi * * * Part 1 "Did you ever watch that show Sex and the City?" Liz asked Jack one day. They were sitting on Jack's sofa sharing a platter of sushi and sashimi. The TV was on in front of them displaying a selection of movies on Netflix. Jack glared at Liz.

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. The story features playful D/s elements and light bondage. * Elizabeth and Leslie are two close friends I've known for years and fantasized about often. All three of us worked in the same office building so we got to see each other on a regular basis. Elizabeth was a petite, blonde haired, blue eyed, sweet girl with a lovely melodic voice, full breasts, and a tight little rear.

Liz had been married to Tom for two years. They enjoyed a marital sex life which had never lost any of its honeymoon fervor, and had actually become more exciting as they discovered more and more about each other's physical and emotional needs. Perfectly matched romantically and sensuously, they were almost comically mismatched physically. Tom was fully six feet seven inches tall, and had been a basketball star at a college where that made him a campus hero.

"I knew I left it around here somewhere!" I shouted to myself, desperately searching for my laptop. I huffed, angered I couldn't find my stupid laptop. I just got some great fucking inspiration for another bondage erotica story too. I searched my bed, my dresser, and my closet but it was nowhere to be found. I let out a loud groan of frustration, flopping backward into my bed. I shot back up when a realization popped into my head.

Holly Griffiths returned home to her apartment after a long day at University. There was only so many lectures and tutorials that one person could take for a day. Dropping her bags down once inside, Holly decided to have a shower and then relax with a bottle of wine. At 5'1" tall, the 26 year old English girl could best be described as diminutive. Holly had a fit, yet curvaceous figure with beautiful full 'c' cup breasts.

This is the third part in the Liya's series. Do read the first and second parts for a better taste of the series. Liya lay spent and fell into a slumber after her morning shenanigans with the milkman's son. She dreamt about cocks and cocks and cocks alone. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass, cocks in her mouth, cocks on her tits. It was half past 10 when she heard the doorbell ring.

Copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi. * * * * * Part 4 Jack tied rope around Liz's wrists and fastened them to the legs of the table on either side of her head. A pillow supported her head, which Liz thought was kind of Jack, to think of her comfort. Earlier, before she climbed on the table freshly showered and naked, they debated the position she was to be tied in.

I look up from my kneeling position, past your erect cock that is mere inches from my face. I lick my lips as my eyes reach yours. There is a hungry look in the depths of your blue orbs and I feel the fresh rush of liquid coat my slit from that look. I know that you are waiting patiently, but only for a moment, so I move my focus back down to your bobbing member.

Looking you over, feeling My cock swell as you whimper before me. Stepping forward in front of you and reaching down to grab your hair, pulling it hard and jerking your head up until your lips are level with My slowly hardening shaft.... "Prepare me then, like a good little whore." you moan greedily....whimpering again about how you've missed My cock so much...the feel of it...the taste of it. Opening your mouth hungrily and taking Me inside your lips.

As Lucy sat in her office sipping her tea she mentally listed all the accounts which needed to be reviewed by the end of the week. She was brought back to reality by a knock on the door. "Come in," she said. In walked the slightly larger lady from the accounting department, who Lucy suspected was being a lesbian, after this lady, Paula, had brought her female 'friend' to the Christmas party last year.

I am always in control and I want that control taken away, I need that control taken away from me so I am coming to look for you. There has been talk of you that person the only one who can do it for someone like me but you are so hard to find. You are here you are there you are in places that people say a person like me would never visit.

Robin needed to relax. Her favorite way to do so was to do some self-bondage. Something about the ropes wrapping around her body relaxed her. Master had taught her how to do a full body tie and today was the perfect time to practice. Robin started with a warm bath and thought of the time when Master first tied her in his ropes. Closing her eyes and drifting off into a light sleep, Master's image came into her mind.

I step back admiring my handing work. "That should do," I whisper. I dive in, kissing the inside of her thigh just above her knee. Her skin is tender and warm against my lips. I kiss the inside of the other thigh. She begins to move. I slowly run my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She is struggling now. The soft black velvet straps are doing their job. They become tighter the more she struggles.

There he was, dressed in black pants and a white shirt. He was handsome, slightly older than I, maybe 25, brunette with piercing green eyes. This is all I saw before he walked over and slipped a blindfold over my eyes and I found myself in total darkness. His calm but demanding voice startled me. "Do you agree to give yourself to me for as long as I please, at my will, no safe words, no ways out, completely at my mercy?

***** From the end of part 2 ***** "Let's get up Elizabeth. We will put on some robes and I will make you dinner." "Okay Mistress. Thank you Mistress." We stood. Natalie went into her bedroom and returned wearing a black silk robe, carrying a matching one for me. She held it out helping me to put it on. They were beautiful and stunning, barely covered our asses and pussies. Natalie turned me around so we were facing a mirror, standing beside each other.

... From the end of part 3 ... "Good night Mistress." I was startled awake by the covers being torn off of me. Natalie was standing at the side of the bed in thigh high boots and a corset that covered only her midriff. ... Start of pt. 4 ... The lights in the bedroom were dimmed. It was dark outside. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stretched. Natalie's eyes had not left mine.

I was unable to focus on anything all afternoon. I made several trips to the ladies room to appreciate and reminisce over Natalie's photo. On the second visit I had to pee. The flow had just started when I felt one of the balls slipping out of me. I shot a hand between my legs pissing all over my wrist and splashing all over my legs to keep the ball from landing in the toilet.

Looking for Adventure ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers, As always, thank you for choosing to read one of my writings. I appreciate your support, love to read your comments, and hope you enjoy the read! ~Apple ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It never ceases to amaze me, even after six years of teaching university level courses, that at least one student will think they're smarter than you. In an age where universities and professors have software to scan papers and pick up on key words and plagiarized thought flow analysis, you would think they would stop stealing from people's works.

Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family's wealth and position. Even so, he'd been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.

Diligently she went about packing the picnic basket, having rummaged through the house to gather all the things she knew He liked, adding a few different items for variety and to her liking. Tipping her head and looking over the assortment and wondering how she will pack it all in the basket. Biting her lip and setting her mind to the task she starts with the larger items, packing them at the bottom snuggly before adding the others, a bottle of wine, a few glasses, plates and napkins.

"Isn't this an incredible place? I mean, look at all the people here. They're all hot." He turned and watched two women walk by, ogling them in the worst way, but in a way most guys seemed to think was somehow attractive or appealing to women. I sat my empty drink on the bar. "Excuse me," I said talking to the side of Steve's or Rob's or Leo's head. He had introduced himself but 10 seconds after he had said his name I couldn't remember it and never would.

A warning to the reader. This is a very long chapter. I hope the journey is worth it should you find your way to the end. Following chapters will not be as long. ******************************************* In the morning I felt so rested and so awake. So complete. So satisfied and happy. I loved my cats while I ate breakfast and ran my typical Saturday errands. Several times during the day I thought of driving over to Natalie's but resisted the urge.

... she sits in the window seat her forehead leaning against the cool glass, her dark green eyes not really taking in the bustle of the people below her, her mind distracted by the ache in her heart. her Master had been gone for so long already, a few phone calls when he could... always short and brief but enough to let her know He was thinking of her too, how much longer would He be gone she wondered.

I stood, under the dim light, my neck bent and my hair parted at my nape. I could hear his steady breath caress the back of my ear. For a very brief moment, his fingers touched mine. My breathing grew faster, I instinctively held my breath. He, however, continued moving mechanically as if performing an experiment he studied routinely. His steady and skinny fingers appeared suddenly next to my ears and gently pushed my hair behind them, never touching my skin.

Mistress Catja's session with 'analslave M' 23-03-2015 My head is pounding as I hear Mistress Catja's footsteps on the gallery. This horny bitch can't escape, there is no way out and I don't want any other way. 'So filthy slut here I am again. Have you cleaned your house for your Mistress?' 'Yes Mistress.' 'Indeed very cleaned up, have you done that all by yourself?' 'Someone does this for me Mistress.