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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.

Spa Day and the "Skimon" "...Because I need a boat... I live in the Gulf... Didn't you say I needed to live like a millionaire?... Well, buying a boat makes me ACT like one, doesn't it?!... I've window shopped a bit online... Yeah... There's room in the marina close by... Do millionaires do their own maintenance?... I suppose a hundred grand give or take ten?... Wait... What'd you think I was gonna spend?

Thank you to the many people that provided feedback and some editing. You know who you all are. ***** I had arrived in London, bleary eyed after my nonstop flight. Fortunately, I had traveled light for my conference and customs was a breeze. As I waited in the taxi line, my phone buzzed. "What will your room number be?" My face got flushed and I let out a deep sigh. I had hoped the other people in line hadn't noticed.

Daddy stood in front of the dresser mirror: he buttoned up his shirt cuffs and checked his tie. 'There's money in the top drawer,' he said without turning round. 'Buy yourself something nice to wear.' The toilet flushed and Sabine, the hotel concierge emerged from the bathroom in a bra and panties, her makeup fixed up and the cum, lube and pussy juice washed from her hands and face. She took her shirt and skirt from a hanger in the closet and stepped into it, then turned to Daddy.

"So, you up for some fun tonight?" asked Heather breathily into her phone. She was twirling her blonde hair, and feeling a bit horny. "Sure," replied Carol, "I just got back from a shit day at work and could really do with a drink and some entertainment. But give me an hour to recover. How about that place in the City, the one with the glass dome, about 8?" "Great, see you there,"

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year! ***** Locked up for Christmas The dappled grey stallion whistled as he stepped into the flat he shared with his partner, Amethyst, hanging the keys up on the hook behind the door.

We had decided that we would both take Friday off and leave early that morning. We were only going away for the weekend but we were both looking forward to it. You always deserve time off from work since you work so hard. Not saying that I don't work hard too, but you know what I mean. We both deserve this. My bag has been packed for a week. I'm sitting on my couch waiting for you when I get the text that you are here.

I wake up in darkness. Keeping track of time has become difficult since he locked me in the closet. I can follow the light from the crack at the bottom of door but I can't tell if it's artificial or sunlight. Can't tell if it's day or night. Can't tell if I've been in here days or hours or maybe it's only been minutes. "I have something to show you upstairs.

„Anna! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I threw off the sheets when I woke up, surprised by the tight feeling crushing my morning wood, and seeing the metal cage locked around my tool. "What is it, "Master"?" She hopped in through the door wearing nothing else than demon's horns, and a cute, yet mischievous smile. "That!" I pointed at the cage, "What the hell is that and why... And how did you put that on me?

The lock down is really starting to get to Master and I, sitting in day after day looking at the same four walls. Master sets himself up at this desk and plonks himself down with a heavy sigh. I make Master a cup of hot coffee and set it beside his laptop, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I turn away to head back out of his office, only to have Master grab my wrist stopping me dead in my tracks as that knowing look spreads across his face.

Lockdown was getting seriously frustrating and keeping me away from the love of my life. But we were doing as instructed by the government and keeping away from each other to protect our respective parents and just keeping to chatting and videoing when time and work allowed. However, time to ourselves has led to being able to plot and plan what was going to happen when we did get together and also enable the time to do a bit of DIY and by that I don't mean self-pleasure.

Cassia Kelly sat as her desk facing her collectors. "How many people are over due on their payment?" the striking blond asked. "2 couples," Marcus the lead collected answered. He kept his vice level, but hated answering to the bitch step daughter of his boss. His contempt did not go unnoticed. "You don't think I have the guts to take the appropriate measures do you?" The bone breaker chose to answer honestly.

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.

"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.

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 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.

"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.

I lay bound spread eagle on mistress Helen's bed totally immobilized and for the first time during the session I started to feel afraid. The moment my mistress had mentioned cbt I got very nervous and anxious because I didn't think I could handle it. I had never tried that activity before, and having it done to me while I was bound and helpless frankly scared the crap out of me!

I lay there immobilized on the bed and I looked up at mistress Sophie in fear as she tightened her hold on my nuts. I could feel my body shaking in fear and I wondered if I had made a mistake requesting a bdsm session. I suddenly remembered my safe word and I decided to use it. "Red!" I yelled. Sophie looked down at me and frowned. "Is that your safe word?

I looked up at my Ex-girlfriend in shock. I still couldn't believe she was here, and I couldn't believe she actually wanted to dominate me, even if it was out of revenge. She looked down at me with a smirk on her face and she tightened her grip on my balls which made me wince in pain and close my eyes I fear. "I should probably chop your balls right off,"

Mistress Sophie and mistress Becky were looking at my dick with fascination and lust. "Your Ex-boyfriend has a nice dick," Sophie said. Becky smiled at her. "He sure does," she replied. She grabbed my balls in her hand and lightly squeezed them for a few seconds then she let go of them. "I love squeezing his nuts," she said. "So do I Sophie replied but let me show you something I enjoy doing, even more,"

I usually feel the loneliest and neediest in the early morning hours. As I lie here with my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my wet, aching pussy, my mind wanders back to when I first got married. I married my husband at age 21, almost 30 years ago, and that's when I "went all the way" for the first time. I loved it, and I adored having sex with him!

I had always loved female domination porn, I watched it all the time as a teenager, and even now at the age of 24 I still watched female domination porn. I had loved that type of porn for as long as I could remember and I didn't know why. Women of authority had always turned me on like crazy, and it was so hard for me to fight my urges. My 23-year-old girlfriend Becky had found out about my love of female domination and she had not been very happy about it.

Sat at the end of the bar, just staring into space, you've been nursing the same drink now for 30 minutes, not that I've been watching you. Oh how I would love to be able to read your mind, to know have you once thought of me, are you thinking of me right now? From my seat in the corner I can see most of the bar without being spotted. I've seen the way everyone looks at you as they walk in or head towards the bar.

Slowly I open my eyes as you remove the blindfold, blinking, trying to adjust to the bright light and let my eyes focus to my surroundings. My mind is screaming, I'm still unable to comprehend how things have moved so quickly. Just a few hours ago I had sat quietly watching you in bar, now I am stood in your playroom, naked, hands bound and raised high above me, causing me to have to stand on tip toes.

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.

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!