He arrived at three o'clock, punctual, as she knew he would be. Chloe had been in a high state of agitation well before the buzz that signalled his arrival. He had forbidden her to touch herself from the morning and her frantic pre-dawn fingering and dildo play had only heightened the excitement she felt.
"Please," she had begged as he entered the flat. "Please, just let me have one little come.
"Hold still," he said, wrapping the second turn and pushing the working end through the back of the partially formed knot. "This is the part I've always had a little trouble with."
Chloe complied, keeping as still as she could as James tucked the working end back through the front loop and then gently pulled until the knot was tight. Once it was formed, he slid the knot down, tightening the loop formed in the end.
Nick whispered to Charlotte, "It's always your choice Charlotte, my dear...you can always say no to my being your master....but never no to your master." Do you understand the difference?
She'd lost all track of time and she didn't care. The heavy drapes were drawn, blocking the incredible view from Nick's balcony, and also blocking out any sign of daylight or darkness. The sheet beneath her was slightly damp, as was her skin.
Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck.
May 2013
The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple.
"I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head.
"Isn't that what they used to tell us at the orphanage?
The smell of autumn was in the air, as the gentle breeze kissed my cheeks. Strolling through the farmer's market on an early Saturday morning, the sun was just starting to emerge. The rays of light dancing around me, I couldn't think of a better place I'd rather be. Strong, fresh brewed coffee in hand, I passed the vendors, who were still putting out the newly made trinkets, paintings, floral displays, and the like.
Author's note: This story explores the origins of a young woman's sexual desires. The character originally appeared in a previous story of mine, They Are AOK, Ch 20.
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Lori Steele was a few months shy of her nineteenth birthday when she first discovered what would become her lifelong lifestyle. The summer after graduation she went on a trip with her best friend. Her friend's father who was one of Lori's parents' oldest friends accompanied the young women.
Author's note: This is a true story. I'm writing it for my girlfriend's birthday who is into BDSM as much as I am. Enjoy.
I met her on a warm day in the late fall of the pandemic. We were both masked but she drew me in for a hug anyway. It was our first date at an upscale local restaurant. I connected with her on a dating app, and though dating during CORONA is a masterclass in awkwardness, that night was smooth like her legs.
thank you angel love for all your help
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She was walking along the street on her way home from work, and as always she noticed him. He was quite a bit older than she was, as he was closer to forty-five or fifty years old. Not in the best of shape or even very good-looking but there was something about him that sent a wave of heat to her belly.
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.
Tonight was the night. I was finally on vacation in North Carolina. I was away from the daily grind of my life for an entire week. I had left everything behind for some quality "me" time. I had made a vow to myself that before week's end I would hook up with at least one hot guy. But not just any hot guy, you see, but a NASCAR driver. I was in driver country.
It's Friday, just after midday, and I am in the lift of my Dom's office building. I have a caesar salad in my bag for him which is ostensibly my motivation for dropping in. Later, we're going away for a long, filthy weekend. A weekend which should have already begun except he was called into work to approve an emergency file. He promised to be back by early afternoon but I'm overcome by giddy anticipation.
She came across as being kind of wholesome or innocent. There was some truth to it. She'd had a few boyfriends before me, but was definitely the "relationship type" and had never had a one-night stand. She told me that she had never looked at dating as just "having fun," it was always to find someone compatible for a long-term relationship. She was in her late twenties and was ready to get married and have children if she met the right guy.
(This is not a quick wank story or even a wank story. This was inspired by some ideas I ad while working and my goal was to portray this situation as accurately and as realistically as possible. A relationship is a relationship no matter if it is man/wife, bf/gf, or Dom/Sub.)
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It was eleven o'clock at night when I decided that enough was enough. My submissive for nine months hadn't showed up for our weekend get-together.
"Come on Rick. Would you please give it a try for me?" Kim pleaded.
"No Kim. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Is it so hard to believe that I don't want to hurt you?" He said firmly.
"You wouldn't have to hurt me, hon... unless I was bad, of course." She said grinning.
"Don't lie to me, Kim. I read those stories you sent me from that site.
A tear slid out from between damp lashes, lips pursed together as eyes burned with a silent intensity.
"You like this, don't you little slut." He purred the words into her ear and she shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly as if the blackness could block out his words.
It only served to heighten sensation. In the darkness she felt her tender wet pussy lips spread and stretch around his invading cock.
She took a deep breath through her lightly painted red lips as she reached her hand forward and pushed the button for the elevator.
The doorman informed her that Mr. RJ was waiting for her at the top floor. She was very excited about this job interview, as she needed the money. She had always wanted to work as a personal assistant to a high corporate executive, but to think that she was actually being interviewed for the position to be an assistant to the president, well it was more than she could believe possible.
He meets her in the back room for a new type of inventory.
[Author's note; This isn't a prequel or sequel specifically, just another story]
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It was that time of night. The rush of the commuter crowd had faded into a slow trickle of truck drivers and workaholics at the roadside diner. Annie had only started her shift three hours ago and had a long night ahead of her, but a young girl needs money and the burger joint needed cashiers.
The evening started off like any other.
Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower.
Aven lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, face turned to the side on the pillow. She awaited her master's arrival home, hoping that for the first time she would get some attention from him and be able to cum in a week.
What seemed like hours, but were only minutes, passed. She heard the key in the lock turn. The sound made her wet, and her juices began to flow.
Frank Fletcher was pissed. His boss ordered him to drive from St. Louis to Cheyenne, Wyoming on one hour's notice, with no time to research flights. With no options, he set out with a change of clothes, a bag of toiletries and his laptop in the middle of the day with a Google directions to his destination. He swore at his asshole boss as he drove through Kansas City rush hour traffic, up the Missouri River and into a Nebraska night.
I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going back to sleep.
i wake up to my Husband/Sir spooning me from behind. His left arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against Him. Softly i sigh and press my bottom against His swelling phallus.
His hands cup and knead my breasts, patient at first then becoming rougher. A sedate moan escapes my lips as i continue to wake from slumber. He pushes His hips forcefully against my supple bottom. He then turns me onto my front with Him rolling on top of me.
The text message came at exactly 8pm., as expected. It included the name of a motel, a room number and the time I was to arrive. I was told not to be late, so I didn't waste any time getting ready.
I turned on my computer and got directions to the motel. It was in the city, just north of a bad neighborhood, that I was thankful to avoid. I didn't know the streets that well, but I figured it would take about 40 min.
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.
If you haven't read part one, I recommend you do so.
Recap - in Part 1, I spent most of the day using sexual frustration and teasing as a motivation to get some housework done. My husband caught on around lunchtime and added a few things to my day, including the order to show up at his home office door at 3:30, when he has a break between meetings.
Note: I split the story into two halves because at this point, things shift from a primarily solo adventure to one involving two people, and light BDSM.
I've been a bit nervous about our date tonight, even though I've also been nearly equal parts excited. Given the fun we've had in public, I know even a movie-night in at your place should be a lot of fun. I'm pretty relieved to not have to worry about nosy strangers in the park, although I suppose I do still have your roommates to consider.
I've decided to dress easily for tonight, just to be prepared.
She could not believe how hard her nipples were. They stood up from her breasts proudly and she fairly ached for them to be touched. She could practically feel the blood rushing into them. They formed almost perfect circles of crinkled flesh with their rosy red tips. He looked down at her and smiled. She could see the approval and arousal in his eyes. He reached out and very lightly touched one nipple.
As I stepped about his boat, I knew I would not be able to run from now on. I was his. Really he has owned me since he bought my husband's business 2 months ago. But now he owns me in every way. I stepped aboard his yacht wearing a short white mini and a half T-shirt. Mr. Martin instructed me not to wear shoes or underwear. My thoughts race as I can only imagine what he has planned for me.
He sat on the couch to her left, their thighs touching. They had been watching TV, but now he was more interested in other pursuits. He looked down at the way her thin pajama top lay across her breasts. It was a soft cotton fabric, with camisole straps and lace around the low v-neck. Her hands were nestled together in her lap. He put his right arm around her shoulders, reaching his hand down so that his fingers lightly grazed her right nipple through the thin cotton.