I am always in control and I want that control taken away, I need that control taken away from me so I am coming to look for you. There has been talk of you that person the only one who can do it for someone like me but you are so hard to find.
You are here you are there you are in places that people say a person like me would never visit.
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.
He knelt by her feet awaiting her next move, her next sound, her next breath. He waited with baited breath, holding himself as still as possible, trying to contain the tremble in his body, that thread of anticipation which ran through him like and electrical wire, making his body shake and his cock quiver.
He was very aware of the fact that she was watching him, although his eyes never once left the floor in front of him, where he could see the tips of her black stilettos.
I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable.
The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was quite exciting when I saw the woman who lived across the hallway in apartment 204.
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.
Forward
I had finally given in to my darkest desires and gone to a dominatrix. We had met online and chatted quite a bit before finally meeting in the flesh. At first, I had been a bit embarrassed and more than a bit uncomfortable.
She called herself Dominique and she was not at all what I expected. Quite quickly, I found myself relaxing and opening up to her. She smiled and appeared down to earth and sensible.
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!
(This is a fictional story about a young man's experiences enslaved by a middle age woman. It is a tickler for men not to overlook middle aged women who are not only sexually experienced having grown up in the liberated 70's but are not afraid of taking over as well! Having personally experienced women from their young adulthood in college to women in their fifties I know that experience counts and have had more exciting times with middle aged women who are not afraid of variety and especially female domination!
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.
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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.
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.
Vince looked doubtfully at Splint, kneeling naked in the corner of his own living room. Then Vince turned his head back at Sparky, who smiled at him.
God, watch her toss that ice blonde hair. When Splint began seeing Sparky, the whole crowd had been taken aback.
Sparky was overweight in kind of a sexy way--big boobs, big hair all that kind of thing. Most of Splint's friends found her unusual.
Well, the story before this one wasn't as well received as I would've liked. But it was an important chapter for me because I wanted the characters to have that discussion first, as I view it to be very important. Anyway, now that that discussion has been had, we can move forward. And I think more people will enjoy this one and hopefully, see the prior chapter as what it was.
The story that follows is a fantasy, containing elements recalling my past. Nobody is under eighteen, and you shouldn't be either, if you're about to read on.
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My story began soon after leaving sixth form college, when I had just turned eighteen. Well before that, I had offers, but resisted them until I had at least an academic grounding. The offers had been based on what I regarded as my good luck -- I was tall and slim -- too slim, in my own view - and had a pretty face, framed by long, thick, shiny, honey-blond hair, which I kept straight, with a centre parting.