I was surprised that she called me the next night and had me come over. She had written a set of rules for me to follow when I wasn't with her. I was not allowed to read them there, only agree. If not it was over between us. Being the horny boy I was I agreed on the spot. For my reward we went to her basement and she had me lay on my back on the couch, only shirt off.
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; very much depending on your position in the Chattersby Company hierarchy.
From the management point of view, it was the best of times. After 10 years of Republican rule Washington, DC, business practices had run amok. The government worked very hard to favor business and business had taken great advantage of the situation, especially in the areas of employee relations.
The boss waited till the rest of the employees had cleared out to call me into his office.
"Yes, Mr. Spears?"
"Christian," Spears slid an envelope across his desk. He was short and shaped more round then straight so he had to lean off his seat to reach me. He knew I didn't like being called Christian but he also thought money could buy him out of everything.
I looked into the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.
Cindy was a thirty-one year old submissive involved in her first R/T relationship. Her Master was strict but a very loving older man.
It was Saturday afternoon when Cindy decided to take advantage of the quietness in the house. Rick was next door helping the neighbors and her children were at her ex-husbands for the weekend.
Cindy's chores were done and now it was a little down time for her. She got undressed and slowly lowered herself in the hot water bubble bath she had drawn for herself.
Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet.
I still turned up for our rendezvous the next day and prayed She would too.
The Price of a Cigarette - Follow up to A Chance Meeting
Don took Jo to the garden centre, it was time he got some spray for the green fly on his roses, he also had the requirements of several garden canes, thick and thin.
It was 3 weeks since they met by accident in the bank and whilst they both still led separate lives they had become inseparable during the evenings and at weekends.
(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein)
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She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best assets. In lots of ways, he was teaching her that she was his vessel, his alone .
The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistress in my head and She takes charge.
An unorthodox experiment into sexual response concludes the trilogy.
An hour later, showered and in a crisp clean uniform, Amy reported to Gooding's office.
"I'm currently engaged in cutting edge psychosexual research, which could enhance the international profile of this clinic," he began, with customary self-importance.
"Psychosexual?" she said warily, without a clue what this meant, but a shrewd idea of the likely implications. Gooding favoured her with his most winning smile.
If first impressions were anything indication the lime tree-lined drive through landscaped gardens to the Georgian house was a promising start. Even the name on the signboard, 'Welcome to the Fardo Clinic', oozed class. Not Hospital, Clinic - very exclusive, thought Amy Jones; gosh, she really hoped she got offered this nursing post.
Inside her favourable assessment was confirmed: marble floors, oak panels; understatedly tasteful. The antithesis of the flashy footballers and soap stars who were among the establishment's best clients.
Daddy walked back and forth in front of his Princess. She had gone and done it this time. She was squirming wanting to know how Daddy was going to punish her this time. Her ass was still red and starting to turn purple from her last punishment. She earned that for being a brat and demanding Daddy's attention knocking his drink to the ground as she climbed into his lap. She enjoyed that punishment.
"Puppy!" he called from the living room. "Pup, whether you're ready or not, we're starting in five minutes," Master said. I can't lie, I already knew he was tapping his foot and looking at his watch. What an impatient Master I have, I thought to myself, trying again to tie my pigtails up with the pink ribbons. Giving up, I scampered outside, and pouted, starting to tug at his sleeve. He turned and raised his eyebrows as I held the little red ribbons up to him.
*Please note the following story is completely fictional and is meant to be portrayed as a completely consensual, adult, safe D/s relationship and story.
Ivy knew she had been bad, she had willfully disobeyed her Mistress. She had been tired this morning after their fun night of play and completely disregarded her chores while she was at work. She knew that was unacceptable and would pay and now she was stuck here all night to think about it.
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.
„Honey, can you come here for a moment?" I shouted.
I was sitting in the living room, I gave Jen some time to unpack and cool down after coming back from visiting her parents before I shouted for her. She walked in, wearing a summer dress.
I leaned back, "Hello, my Slavegirl" I said.
She raised an eyebrow as if she thought "oh, so we're doing this", and she knelt down, putting her hands behind her back.
„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?
Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family's wealth and position. Even so, he'd been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.
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!
This story contains elements of female domination, humiliation, degradation, corporal punishment and homosexuality. If that's not your thing go read something else.
Dogshit the Bitch teaches the gospel
Someone reading this with modern eyes might well question my sanity and the sanity of the man sucking my cock even more. They would also think that we were the same when we are very different. He is a masochist who loves being punished and abused by a sadistic woman.
Emma struggled against her restraints for the hundredth time.
"P-Please! Please, Professor, let me..."
A sharp sting on her back made her stop talking.
"Little Princess Doll..." He started, his hand gently caressing her bare ass where he had just slapped her. "How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?"
"I'm sorry! I..."
Another slap and she bit her lip. His hand resumed his caressing of her stinging skin.
He arrived. After a short chat of small talk, and me trying to get information, I was given one decision for the night. Do I want to partake in the decisions or have them made for me? I yielded control.
So he made the decision to play first and talk after, so we headed to the bedroom. I was ordered to sit. I sipped my wine while watching him unpack his bag.
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.
The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing.
Miss Spargrove had had him sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks.
Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule.
The night of 'The incident' finally came to a close and a new day was approaching. It was safe to say none of the three people involved got any proper sleep that night. One of them was busy discovering a variety of new pleasures to indulge in, while another was too disturbed by the day's events and slept fitfully out of worry and the last one was uncomfortably trussed up and was barely able to catch a wink of sleep.
Dominic and Rosie
Thanksgiving Scene
"You did such a lovely job with dinner, and it's time for me to show you exactly how thankful I am for you. Bring me the red rope, my lover. I do believe it is time to get started." She and Dominic lay curled in front of the fireplace in their living room basking on their faux bear skin rug. Dominic brought Rosie's hand to his lips as she placed her glass of wine on the table.
You walk into my room expecting to see me in a cute little skirt, and a little girl top, just the way you like me. What you get makes your mouth drop open.
Standing here, in front of you, is a girl that you can barely recognize, a girl completely transformed by the couple of days she was ignored. This girl is the One that has awakened within me, while I was waiting for your call.
We are laughing, talking and holding each other's hands as we walk down the hotel hallway. We get to the threshold of the room I had reserved earlier in the day. I put the key in the lock, open the door, and follow her into the room. She turns to me, smiling, but sees that my face has grown stern.
"You were late this afternoon, Baby. You know how valuable time is to me, and to us.
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.
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.
I felt the gentle touch of your hand on the inside of my elbow, and instantly smiled. It was our signal, and it always pleases me to see you remember your training so very well. you were telling me in the most nondescript of ways that you were there at your master's side. Standing just behind me, and waiting for the answering gesture of me pulling you into the small group of friends .