Bdsm

Jim's room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The only light emanated from the small gap under the only door, and to Jim's eyes it was unusually bright, which made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already. He shifted his weight a little, trying to alleviate the stiffness in his muscles, and his chain rattled.

I'm so tired... I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget.

I wake up to your scent. I can feel your warmth in bed next to me. I look at my phone to see if I'm allowed to wake you yet. It's 7:45, well past your do not disturb time, so I set my phone down and snuggle my ass back against you. No response yet. I start to rub myself gently back and forth against you. I'm rewarded by a quiet growl.

The day began as any other in the past, the sun rose. The sun shone through the window. The sun's shimmering streaks showed off her sexy naked form and as always I was in awe of her. Irene slept hard after our session last night her body still tender from my pounded bottom. So, I decided Dad would get her breakfast going. I slip out of bed quietly and tiptoe across the room letting her sleep till I have prepared her meal.

You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full hour before it will buzz to wake you up.

It's still dark outside, but I've already built the fire back up, and I'm staring into the flickering flames when I hear you softly padding into the room. My chair is understated, but it is where I journal, ponder, process before the day begins in earnest. Just to the right is a large, luxurious floor pillow, a mound of soft comforting warmth. You settle into the pillow, sighing as you rest your head against my thigh and twine your arms around my leg.

You feel soft hands holding your cock, lifting your balls and sliding over your thighs, gently caressing your genitals, your legs. You begin to wake and realize that someone is in your new room with you, their hands milking your cock with slow, yet relentless determination. Good morning, I say and you see me seated next to you on the bed wrapped in a long, green robe. You watch me sleepily, feeling both contended and confused, restful and agitated.

This is my first submission, I hope you like it. Oh and sorry that it's this short, but it's based on one of my short fantasies. Of course I'll write more if you people like it or I get another idea. But now, have fun reading. ***** I wake up, as I feel two nearly identical pairs of soft boobs slide slowly along my body. I hear two girls giggle and feel the bed shift a little as my beautiful friends "

A while later, after Anna was laid into our bed by Sara, I am sitting at the table in the living room and watch some stupid TV show, as Sara kneels next to the couch and Anna is sleeping upstairs after her punishment. I drink my coffee and nothing really interesting happens, so I decide to give Sara her fair share of 'gentle' treatment. 'Sara, sweetie, would you please come here?

As I unlock the door, my cock already straining in my pants, I hear some chuckling. My girls must be having fun. I enter the hallway and see them, at their positions, scantily clad. Their cheeks flushed in arousal and their nipples poking through the thin fabric of their shirts. I look at Sara and her chin is glistening, her full lips are coated with Anna's juices. Her red hair is bound in a messy pony tail and her eyes apparent in their lust.

She slowly awakened, groggily realizing there was a tongue between her ass cheeks, doing a superb job of reaming out her sensitive asshole. She was already near orgasm. She started to moan, only to feel the tongue pull out and to receive a sharp slap to her right butt cheek. "Not a sound, slut, or you'll be punished." And the tongue delved back into her dark recesses. Slut tried hard to stay quiet.

Old memories of an old mattress, the stench of old cigarette smoke hanging in the air. I know. Objectively, that sounds gross. But it sets the scene for some of my favorite memories. I remember little of specific nights. But I remember bits and pieces, like bits of glass glued together haphazardly, creating the mosaic of who we were and are. In such a way that it looks like there is no pattern, no grand design until you step back and your breath is taken away because it's so beautiful.

Leaving the Men's Chastity Support Group, Spalding Tyll started as he saw a familiar face exiting the Pain café's famous Tea Lounge. Following Spal's cousin, the brilliant scholar, Siddons Tyll were two pretty twenty something girls, giggling and pointing at him. And with them was an older woman in a somewhat unfashionable mink stole. "You see, girls, I became concerned about Sid because he was neglecting his paleontology studies. Yes, and wearing those concert tee shirts and the black jeans, and going to so many of your mixers.

Debbie never expected the suburban life to last. When she was 23 and knocked up by the bass player of her favourite indie metal band, the idea of giving up her hard partying life seemed so distant that she baulked at the idea. However when Isaac put down his bass, left "the Needlesnakes", and got a job at the nearby supermarket it all fell into focus for her. Since then Isaac had become a regional manager, Debbie worked as a primary school teacher and their daughter Megan, was well into being a teenager.

This was just after fifty shades came out. My mother-in-law was living with us because she left her husband and the divorce wasn't settled. My wife's a nurse and had a late shift. Mom started asking about fifty shades, she hadn't read it. She had a couple of chardonnays in her, and I guess that loosened her tongue a little. Well, I let on to know a little about b&d and she wouldn't let it drop.

"Are we there yet?" yelled a boisterous 18-year-old as he tugged on the seatbelt that was starting to leave marks on his neck. "Soon," replied a boy, merely a year older, as his impatient fingers rattled along the steering wheel. His entire body was clammy as he fidgeted around in his seat, trying to brush off his mild frustration. "Any minute now, honestly." The younger boy let out the biggest sigh.

Holly needs encouragement to meet her target, and be rewarded... "Well, what's the answer?" enquires her husband, managing a convincing impression of someone who doesn't care one way or another. "According to the bathroom scales, 140lbs," Holly replies crossly. "Almost the same as when you started, maybe two pounds difference, what's your target?" "Around 125lbs," Holly definitely sounds fed up, and possibly rather guilty. "I see - well you're certainly sticking to this ridiculous diet at home, so I can only assuming the backsliding occurs somewhere else,"

When I was an 18-year old senior in high school, my girlfriend Anne Marie who was also eighteen, was struggling to get her math credits so she could graduate from high school and go on to college. Numbers came easy to me so it was hard for me to understand what she was struggling with and help her. It just seemed like she got easily frustrated and gave up. One afternoon after her latest non-passing grade, we were hanging out and talking.

It was a casual comment that led to one of the best nights of my life. Andi and I had developed a casual friendship, five minutes here and there, catching up as we went about our work. Andi is a quite a lot younger than me, and engaged. I was single. Even if I wanted something to happen I knew there was no future possible. On one occasion I learned she liked to run to relieve tension, another time it was that her engagement was in a sort of limbo, her intended living on the other side of the world.

Sensation overload while trying to focus on something is extremely difficult. My master has been edging me since I misbehaved the other day. I pushed master thinking I was being cute, but I pushed too far. Still in need of training, this I know. My punishment was no orgasm for a week. At the time I was like bring it (I know, I know). Now my mouth is watering. Edging is great, but I am losing my mind.

We were sitting in a Spanish restaurant in Soho when the waiter approached. I could see from the look in Tarantina's eye that she was going to toy with him. It wouldn't matter what he said or did. He could be the best, most attentive waiter in West End, but she was going to find some way to wind him up. 'Can I bring you the dessert menu?' he said.

Abi's sister Liz was home for the weekend from her job and life in the city, it was a very rare event, no one can remember the last time. She was actually her step sister and some 10 years or more older than Abi. Abi's father was separated from Liz's mother Abi was never told the details so accepted it had nothing to do with her. Abi knocked on Liz's and waited, she had taken Lee to meet her.

Its been some 3 months since Abi's evil sister Liz abused her and her friend Lee, who was beaten harshly with her and then subject to sexual abuse. Liz kept her prisoner over night and used a lesbian strap on contraction to remove all signs of Lee's virginity. Lee had come the day before from a type of agency but primarily Calder House where she was trained for over 2 years to be a good all round domestic.

We all have sexual fantasies. Some are tame, others extreme. My favorite fantasy was the type that was almost in the realm of science fiction and therefore would probably never come true. Even if it could become reality it was a bit extreme, so would I even want it to come true? Often reality does not live up to our fantasies. Little did I know that in 5 months my dream would come true and it would haunt me for years to come?

I shifted beneath you and heard you moan. You were on my lap, my cock inside you as we watched a movie. I'd told you I'd let you sit on my cock as long as you didn't move or touch yourself until the movie was over. What I didn't tell you was that I was going to keep "accidentally" starting the movie all over from the beginning. Your panties were soaked, and I could feel my pants getting soaked as well just from being inside you.

Lee rang the doorbell and shifted the hefty weight of the box in her hands to her other hip. When Edward opened the door he had dust in his hair and a streak of white paint like a screaming slash across his forehead. He filled up the doorway, blocking Lee's entrance. "Um," she said, trying to peer around him into the apartment. Finally, the weight of the box propelled her forward and she stumbled inside, tripping over his feet and brushing up against him.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** The phone rang twice before he picked up, concerned. "Hey love. What's wrong?" I was in hysterics, but I managed to mumble out that I couldn't go home and I had no where to go. "Where are you?" "In front of school. I'm a mess. I don't know what I'm going to do..." "Sit tight. I'll be right there.

I turned the key in the lock to my apartment. When I walked in there was a dozen pink roses in a tall glass vase. I had been gone to the gym then the market for some dinner. It had been a few hours at least, but there was only one person who could have done this: Mr. Asshole the super. I walked around the apartment to make sure I was alone, then I proceeded to put in a work order for a leaky faucet.

Let Me tell you about me. I mean, what I want you to know. I really do enjoy the life I live, I wouldn't trade it for the world. It wasn't always good though. All my experiences have brought me to where I am today. I like to think I'm a great judge when it comes to people. I can spot a weak man a mile away and once i have them in my grasp I do what I want with them.

The buzzer went and Mr. Brownlow looked at his CT screen. Harry, the young burley security guard was on the trail of a blonde girl. He grabbed her arm securely and marched her like a convict through the precinct towards the store. The automatic doors opened like the mouth of a predator as if to welcome its prey. Harry took her to the back of the store and into the stock room to the staircase.