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He'd been eyeing her since she first enrolled in his class. Cindy was the type of girl who took the first seat at the front of the class for two reasons. In reality, she wanted to learn. But, there was no denying her eagerness to please. Early in the semester he had noticed her tendency to dress provocatively. Unfortunately for the rest of the boys, he was the only who had the pleasure of sneaking a peek under her skirt.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Cindy Gets Motivation -- Chapter 1 I moved into my condo about six months ago. It fits my needs perfectly. As I am now a single guy, I don't need much room, it is only a short walk to a beautiful park, and since it is a gated community there is little noise or strangers knocking at your door.

Powerless Bratty Suspension -- 26.11.18 She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head... She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes.

She was so nervous as she got dressed to go out tonight. It would be their first time going somewhere like this, and she wanted to look her best for him. Looking at him through the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. He was wearing his sexy as hell leather pants, and a tight, fitted shirt. She wanted to go to him, to run her fingers through his hair and kiss him.

The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished.

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?

I present to you the fantasy of mine that has been forming in my imagination for years. I hope you enjoy it! Edited by angel love (thank you). PS: note that English isn't my native language, so that's why the text isn't perfectly written. ***** I'm lucky enough to live in a world ruled by Men, as it should have always been. I know very well, that Men's role is to dominate and women's role is to be dominated.

You come home late after an evening out with the girls. Still a little tipsy, you open the door and are almost to the blinking answering machine when I speak. "I've been waiting for you," You turn and see me sitting in my chair, the leather one that I bought just to have at your apartment. The one that reminds you so much of the evenings we share. The one you are not permitted to sit in.

Note: Thanks to a comment I have put together a second part to the first story. Please vote and leave feedback it is all helpful in further developements. Months have passed since we met that first time in the hotel an hours drive from your home. The few hours we spent together leaving its mark on both of us fight it as two people can only to realize the pull of the force is stronger than the link holding us aground.

"Uh-oh baby girl," you grin at me. My heart is racing as I anticipate your next move. "SO, it appears you had some fun at Daddy's expense. Was it worth what's going to happen next?" I put my head down in shame. You walk over to me and tilt my head up by my chin. "Look at me, little one." I look you right in your eyes. "Daddy, I can explain!

The front door closed behind Sarah as she entered the house, and she couldn't even make it to the table to set her keys down before she seemingly collapsed on the floor. Why did she feel this way... everything had been fine just last night with Master.... She couldn't help but whimper there on the carpet, needing Master right then.. Only He could make her feel better this time. She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change.

This can be read as a standalone, but also is a sequel to Kerry and Will. If you want to read is as part of the BDSM Manor stories, it comes between chapters 10 and 11. Tess-O'Meter -- Amber. -X He hangs from his wrists. Sweat soaked and trembling. Exhausted and helpless. Completely mine. Every fractured breath is like a stimulant to my aching, throbbing cock. My slave is beautiful.

A friend calls you to ask if you would be interested in doing some PR work for a charity auction. There is an internationally renowned artist donating some of his paintings, and you are interested to meet him, so you agree to take the project on. You call the number you have been given, expecting to talk to a secretary, but he answers the 'phone himself. He has a slight Scottish accent, and sounds humorous, if somewhat laconic.

Sprite is a sexy 5'2, solid, 150 pound woman with 38D's, brown eyes, brownish/blonde hair and a cute lil ass. I'm her Dom, Teddy. This is about a fantasy her and I both share based on one she's shared with me. ------------------------------ I greet Sprite at her car and grab her bags and pick her up in one of my infamous big bear hugs (part of the reason for why I have the nickname Teddy short for Teddy bear) while I kiss her deeply and passionately with tongue.

He tugs at my arm and pulls me up to stand against him. Hands in my hair, tilting back my head so our faces are close. Staring into my eyes, stroking my hair away from my face. He waits a moment before kissing me lightly, slowly at first, ever quickening into something deep. And building, inevitably, into a fiery and desperate desire to be closer. Then he breaks away from my lips.