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February 20th Rob and Bernie were having a difficult time with organising housekeeping and maintenance and the house was becoming untidy. Both men led busy working lives and were equally passionate in using their leisure time to the full. Time for chores was increasingly marginalised and it had begun to affect how they were relating to each other. There was increasing friction and irritation between the two men and on a couple of occasions there had been raised voices and anger.

Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go on a shopping excursion this Saturday.

My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determined that we both derived pleasure from giving pleasure to others.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback. ***** Preface Steve walked into the Cureo Club in Corpus Christi, Texas and tonight promised to be an incredible show.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

I had invited a girl back to my house. She was a Spanish beauty I had met, 26, and she really acted like she liked white guys. She said that she had never been with one before. When we chatted, I could never tell if she liked me. I loved her tits, her beautiful teeth, and voluptuous lips. She was a perfect ten in my book. Tonight, we were going to drink tequila, as it was her idea.

It's not like never thought I'd get rich with a Master's degree in studio painting. But I thought I could maybe move to L.A., get a cute little apartment in Silver Lake or wherever, and spend my days working in the art department on indie films. So after I graduated from Benson College, this tiny school in sleepy Iowa, drove off to the west coast in my Toyota Tercel. As I sped through the unending green flatness of Iowa, I dreamed of the loft apartment, the exciting work, and the fashionably skinny boyfriend that were all certain to be mine a few weeks after I arrived in the City of Angels.

Part 1: Caught Cal was just like any other 23 year old, he had just finished college and was working from home as a stock broker. It was a peaceful gig with good money, he got to stay home and had no additional payments like rent so most of his money just went to his personal use or savings. Of course like every guy his age he was at that incredibly horny stage of life and not having a girlfriend didn't help matters much.

Cal never thought there would come a day when he would be afraid of his own maid, adding insult to injury, it was in his own home, in his own room. "mpphhh." Cal tried to struggle free of his bonds and scream for help but all it served to do was squeeze the socks in his mouth releasing some of Lara's sweat which had been soaked up by the socks. Cal grimaced in disgust as the taste was horrible.

Even I will admit this story is a little on the unusual side but it is 100% true. I have and will always consider myself a straight man. I think even to call myself bisexual is not entirely accurate. Being a natural and experienced dominant I was well accustomed to offering my services to women who I didn't find particularly attractive. I had never considered offering my services to a man until recently.

Author's note: The Submissive Cocksucker was the first story I ever submitted to Literotica. It was, and remains, a standalone story, and I never had any intention of writing a sequel. A few readers suggested that I write one, however, and I considered it a great compliment that they wanted to read more about these characters. This story is my gift to those readers who appreciated the original. It is also my first foray into the BDSM category.

A text "hey" came into my inbox from someone named Salman. He claimed to be a huge fan of the stories I write and wanted to know if they were real. When I explained that my stories were In fact inspired by real-life events but some details were added or removed to make them better. Listening to this, he was on cloud nine. At the time I didn't know why he was so excited but later I got to know that he was a cuck.

I often think of one particular ex girlfriend. Not that I want to get back with her. We split up because I could not see myself with her long term, still never could. When I split up with her she was really upset, she begged me to not to drop her. She said she didn't understand why, that she thought we were so good together, that she would do anything I wanted.

The poor guy had no clue. He'd told me that I would need to take control as he walked into my house before he had chance to. As if I was going to let him be the one in charge! He sent me a text to say he was parking up and would be with me in two minutes. I pinged him one back telling him just to open the door and let himself in, to undress and to put on the blindfold that was waiting for him on the table and to kneel and wait for me to give him further instructions.

This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it's mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That's me! My house is on the small side. It's a ranch/rambler. It's pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job.

Being a dominatrix was new for me. Ironically, he had me under his spell. Just looking into his eyes, I would get lost. So lost, that now I created another side of me. My dominating side. Being 5 foot 10 inches, a slender athletic build, small tits with large nipples, and a firm ass, I emitted a sense of confidence. But confidence and looks were two very different things. Now that I knew that I could look the part, could I continue to play the part?

I'm soooo late... Looking at the dashboard clock, 6:27pm. Yep, I'm running late. I pull on to my street and the kids are having their usual street hockey game against their parents. I pull into my driveway and His car is there already. Oh this is not good. I turn off my car and take a deep breath. I open my car door and step out into my driveway. I smile and wave to the kids and their parents having a good time out in the street.

Walking in the rain by the embankment in London at Christmas, when the city's commuters have all gone home and deserted their glass and steel office buildings, they leave the square mile feeling like a ghost town. The only thing to comfort the passing traveler is the occasional homeless "Big issue" magazine seller braving the cold as unlike the many strangers who walk by you in silence, those magazine sellers by the Thames river have a reason to be nice, as they breathe warm air into their cupped hands to warm their gloved fingers in the biting cold.

-Dedicated to the guy at work that has resisted my every effort at seduction for over a year. To 'Jack,' the dude whose cock I fantazied about obsessively but never got. The torture is finally over. I got a new job- Ginnette positioned the patient for the CTA intracranial/carotid scan as Jack brought the patients information up on the computer. The two had worked this exam so many times together they flowed together as a team flawlessly without having to talk.

This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it! *** He feels her breath on his neck, her naked body soft and warm against his. She kisses him just below the ear and whispers, "I want you inside me." Her weight shifts onto him, and she looks down at him with soft eyes, her hair falling around his face. He tries to kiss her. "Don't!" she giggles, putting a single finger on his lips.

// This story is a continuation of my first story, which was originally intended as a standalone. I would like to thank everyone who commented with kind and encouraging words on the first one. I am keeping with my slightly unusual style as many people seemed to enjoy it, but I welcome constructive criticism! I now have lots of ideas for this couple, so I plan to write more, hope you enjoy part 2!

She spends all day with people looking at her. Their eyes running her body up and down. Some look at the scant clothing she wears. Many more leer at the flesh she is showing. They all watch as she moves. The way her hips sway, the swing of her legs, the firm brace of her shoulders. On her face she wears a stony countenance. She is being judged by thousands, possibly millions, of pairs of eyes from all over the world.

The next morning I woke at first light, still keyed up from our adventure last night. I lay there naked, gently caressing my thighs and stomach as I replayed the events in my mind. The light touches, skin to skin, made my whole body tingle as I thought about the blindfold. The gentle restraints. Being the center of attention. The sting of the spanking. I felt a big smile stretch my face at it all.

Chapter 2 "Beep, Beep," Allie's phone chirped. She knew who the text was from without even looking at it. It was Mistress. Allie and Rachel had been playing together on and off now for about a week. She looked up from the article she was writing about Rachel's place and grabbed her phone. 'Looking forward to tonight. 7:00. Come around to the back of the building and let yourself in. I'll leave further instructions on the table by the door.