You've come home from work again, it's been another long day and I'm feeling antsy. I need to be spanked tenderly tonight; I need to feel the sharp sting of Your palm against the tender flesh of my bottom. I run up to You, very happy that You're home. "Vinco!" I shout, using the Latin term for 'Master'. I look up at You, my eyes full of hope. "Master, I'm so glad You're home!
As the handcuff closed around her wrist, she knew she had made a mistake. Her day had been normal, feed the cat, watch a movie, tease her dom. Normally she pulled back when she could tell she started to go too far, but she was pent up. Schedules and life had ensured there was no chance for a proper session and her need was starting to get distracting. She was expecting a spanking, some light choking, and some rough sex to give her what she needed.
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,"
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.
"OK, 5.15pm, no sign of either of them leaving the building, better check things are going to plan. Hang on a minute, whoops, wrong camera. Ah that's better, floor two, deputy MD's office; turn up the sound, tighten the focus and voila, tonight's in-house entertainment..."
"I'm sure you know why I've asked you to stay behind, Claire."
"Yes, Ms Morrison."
"One might have thought the last time would have taught you a lesson, but it seems not.
Dressed in my black dress, with nothing on underneath - just as my Master likes - I stand shivering slightly in the cold night air. Already my skin, where it is exposed to the chill, is showing signs of goose-bumps, and my black boots barely keeping my legs and feet warm. He knows I am waiting for him. Only for him. I shiver, not because I am cold, although that does carry a factor, but from desire and anticipation.
Sir was never harsh, always fair.
If she needed a sound beating, she got one, usually deserved one, always accepted one most of all thanked Sir for his protection.
If she got a bedtime spanking, it too was well deserved, received and appreciated.
She had been summoned to Sirs study and told to come in just her dressing gown.
This meant Sir did not want a show, did not need the titillation of seeing her squirm at her own embarrassment as her top comes off and her bra, freeing her young tits.
Beth's parents had just driven away with our kids for an overnight visit. I'd been planning for this. "Take off all your clothes. This isn't a negotiation. You're going to do as you're told."
I could see her cheeks flush. Beth loved when I was bossy. She took everything off and stood naked before me. "What next, Master?"
Oh, she was catching on. Our living room had a large picture window, and the kitchen was on the other side of it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am new at this, and constructive criticism is more than welcome! I hope you enjoy!
I try to be a good slave. My Master takes care of me and treats me well, using cruelty only as a means of getting off. When we go out together he has only one rule: do NOT flirt with other men. Master believes that as his slave, I am meant for him alone, and will not flirt or fuck anyone else unless he directly orders me too.
Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B.
Driving for a while east of the city on a two lane state highway, I easily found the turnoff I was looking for onto a secondary road. Several miles later and just past a cluster of grain silos, I found the next turn which led down a narrow winding road. I had no GPS system in my old car and hadn't bothered to look up the location on any internet map before I left my apartment, as the directions she had given me were quite clear.
The barbaric highlander enters the brothel and hands the madam a large sum of money. He was known for his sexual depravity and would not be allowed in without extra coin. He was large and muscular and intimidating and the whores cowered at the sight of him. He carried a bag of sex toys he had purchased on a trip to France. None of these farm girls would know what they were but that didn't matter he would teach them soon enough.
Tuesday nights for other attached couples meant dull chitchat after work, a thirty minute meal or takeout, tv and internet time, some more mundane talk, complaints about chores, and maybe sex. Our weekday nights had flare, adventure, and spontaneity. We always had small surprises for each other: a naughty piece of lingerie, a new toy, a new position, a new play scenario. My surprise for that Tuesday night was for sure going to turn him on.
It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards!
It was as Sue was sorting through the pile of mail on the hall floor one evening after returning home from work that she noticed a franked letter from her old school.
sabrina dropped to her knees once she saw who was standing in the kitchen of her house...coat unceremoniously laying by the door. "Oh my fucking gawd..." she drawled slowly, letting the tears stream down her face. "...Sir."
His Mr. Clean appearance was magnified tenfold by the faded and worn camo fatigue pants, sans t-shirt and bare feet. Sexy as fuck was a mild way of describing His appearance.
"Yes, my blond bitch,"
Sir turned away and spoke towards justine this time, "And i don't appreciate My seasoned slave being so willingly apart of this adventure, so whatever punishment befalls My submissive will tenfold land on My slave...in due time."
Snapping His head back to sabrina, there was a glint of humor in Sir's eyes as He added, "maybe a fitting punishment would be an eye for an eye type of scenario, My pretty blonde bitch.
Pam and her sister, Gillian, are talking in a coffee shop.
"Pam darling, you would not believe, he is so wonderful," Gilly's voice goes very high and squeaky when she is excited, "even though he is quite a bit older than me, he is so energetic especially in the bedroom," Gillian was telling her older sister Pam all about the new man in her life, "I have my own credit card, a maid looks after the flat and the laundry,"
I am in a mood tonight. It's hard to describe, kind of feisty I guess.
As I walk up to my Dom's door, I start to imagine what the night may have in store. He'll expect me to come in, strip down and assume my presenting position: kneeling on the floor with my hands behind my head, breasts out, waiting for inspection. But you know what? I don't feel like doing that tonight.
It's still hard to believe that my wife and I are by ourselves for spring break. The story of how we ended up that way is one for another time -- and really, I should turn things over to Shayleigh, our beautiful twenty-year-old sex pet, when that time comes. She's off with her new friend, Julia, on a week-long fuck fest in Colorado, exploring her dominant side for the very first time.
A cool spring breeze gently lifted the curls from my brow as I walked from my car to my front door. It had been a tiring day at work, and I was especially exhausted because of the high-endurance partying I had done the night before. I unlocked the door and tossed my keys on the couch. My purse and shoes were shaken off and discarded lazily on the floor. As I walked to the study to quickly check my e-mail before a shower, I stripped off my shirt and flung it in the bedroom towards the general direction of the hamper.
Hello again! Sorry for my hiatus, genuinely, but there is more where this came from. This is a little story about submission and (bi)sexuality. I hope you will enjoy. Thank you to LaRascasse and TRCIII for looking this over :). And, as always, all characters in this story are eighteen years old or above. All readers should also be eighteen years or above. -L
Dozens of eyes followed me and with nowhere to hide, I feigned confidence.