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Glass Gift of Submission
By Wondering Soul
Part 1
I walked into her studio with high expectations. They were met. There she was standing gracefully in downward facing dog. Her stomach was sticking out a bit. I went to inspect it. I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the bathroom at the back of her studio. I pulled the plug from her but and her pussy and set her on the toilet quickly. I turned to give her some privacy. She knew what I expected she never let me down. I washed off the plugs and marveled at the artistry of them. They were solid glass and an explosion of color ran through them. She tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. In the process of my inspection she had rinsed herself off put on perfume. She was wearing a gag that from the looks of it was of the same glass as the plugs. I held back my excitement and maintained my composure. I brought back to the same place she had been before and took out the gag.
She smiled and flexed her jaw while I inspected the gag. The ball was very much like the plugs. It was clear glass all around except for in the center. In the center there was a spike red ball of red glass that swirled out. The leather band was of her creation too. Intricate swirl designs crept along the length of the band and the clasp was glass. She was a beautiful artisan. She nodded and said ?That’s not all.? She walked out and returned with a cart filled with glass dildos. They were colorful and of different sizes and shapes. There were more than a hundred. A black one with a bright blue spiral of glass that went all the way around right to the tip and a vine like white piece went right down the middle; it was the first to catch my eye. There were but plugs and butterfly vibrators; everything you could think of and they were all made out of glass.
To say the least my baby was a genius. It was her offer of submission to me and I knew that I was excepting it, but I had to ask some questions first.
?Why did you use glass??
?Because glass is beautiful and dangerous and it’s my best medium.?
?What about the leather??
?You said you wanted me to look into leather working and so I took a class.?
?Are all of these functioning??
?There are five different kinds of each. One that is made out of a special kind of glass and conducts electricity, one that vibrates, one that heats up, one that is just normal, and one that conducts electricity, vibrates, and heats up. Clitoral stimulators on have four different kinds: electricity, vibrator, heat, and then one with all three. They are all safe. They each come with remotes that control them and there is a setting that brings you close to orgasm, but never over it.?
?What about the leather? How did you make the whips??
?I went to a leather smith. He helped me in making the leather parts of the whips and I made the glass handles. The belts I made myself and the clasps.?
?There is no way you could make these in a month.?
?No I didn’t I start them the second month of my training that’s when I knew I wanted to give myself to you.?
I guess you should know how we met. So I’ll freeze where we are and I’ll tell you just how I met Alyssa. I had known her for a while before our whole relationship started. We had both graduated high school at 17 and went on to Markula University. She was getting her degree in art and I was getting mine in business. My father was a business genius. We never wanted for money. My father and my mother lived a Ds relationship. I grew up in that. I grew up being taught how to be dominant. I was taught both sides of the relationship. I was just as business savvy as my father. By the time I entered my freshman year of college I had gotten a job at my fathers business.
I was already making my own fortune by the end of my freshman year. I had met Alyssa at a party right after finals. We were good friends all the way up to our senior year and that’s when everything changed. We had been dating for about two and a half months. One night I got on a BDSM forum and there was a closet submissive on. She had a boyfriend that she loved, but she wasn’t sure just how to tell him that. We got to talking. She told me a lot of general stuff and then I asked if I could call her. She was hesitant for about ten minutes and then she finally gave in and gave me her number. I recognized it instantly, but called it any way.
Three rings then that familiar hesitant voice answered. All I had to say was, ?Hi baby.? There was a really long pause I knew she recognized my voice. I drove over to her apartment on the other side of campus. I called her as I entered her building, she answered her voice was shaking and I just kept telling her everything was ok. She was crying and kept saying she was scared. That was when I knocked on the door. She said, ?Hold on someone’s at the door.? She cracked it and at the same time I said, ?It’s me.?
Part 2
She opened the door completely and let me in. I put my cell phone in my pocket and gathered her up in my arms. I just held her as she cried. I was never quite sure why she was crying I just knew she was. We talked for hours. She hadn’t lied about anything when we were online and she didn’t here. She told me all about how she had never touched herself. She was a virgin in every sexual aspect of the word. She had never had an orgasm before and had never masturbated. She had never used a vibrator and of course had never had sex. She told me about how she had been introduced to BDSM when she was fifteen. She recognized herself as a submissive, but had never had the courage to tell anyone. Through out this whole conversation I had been touching her body. All the places we agreed not to touch before.
I let my hands gently massage everywhere they could reach. In the end I spanking her pussy going from light love taps to a real good spanking. She was wet and confused and moaning by the time I was done. I spent the next six months teaching her as much as I possibly could. I wanted to teacher her as much as possible with out getting rid of her physical virginity. First I taught her how to suck cock; we worked on building her pain tolerance. The second to last month was all about getting her well acquainted with pleasure. I remember her first orgasm. She kept fighting it, in the end I got her to trust me and let go. The whole month was devoted to her pleasure. At first it was weird for her but she got use to it.
The last month we stayed with my parents they taught her everything she needed to know. In the end I gave her a month to decide whether or not she wanted to be my mine. Whether or not she would place her life in my hands and if she chose yes she was to come up with a gift of her ultimate submission. She could choose what it was. I gave her an allowance and left her to her work. Not seeing her for a month was hard and it led us all the way to where we are now. So let’s snap back to where we let off.
I smiled at her and asked if that was all and she smiled right back. ?That’s not all there is one more thing.? She walked out of the room and returned with a box filled with four hand made leather cases. She took the first one out and placed a third of the toys in the case before closing and opening the next. She didn’t stop until all three cases were filled. She pulled out the last and knelt before me. This case was black like the others, but it was blacker than the others; as black as the shadows. On the top as a rose delicately carved into it. I undid the clasp and opened it. In the case was a glass chastity belt. It was thick and thin at the same time. Intricate designs of glass ran through them. Red and black explosions of color; it was beautiful and completed her gift. She explained it all to me.
All of the toys fit in it. There was a delicate rose on in the middle of the front of the belt. The tip was clear and as it blossomed into the flower part it turned a blood red. The end of it, once put on would rest directly on her clit. It was a vibrator. The rose was also the lock. She showed me the key and how it locked it in place. I smiled and placed it back into the case. Closed the clasp and placed it on top of the pile. I stood her up and pulled out a white gold collar. It was slim and molded to fit her neck perfectly. A sapphire heart dangled from the front. I put a charm bracelet of the same nature on her ankle. On it there was a cherry, hand cuffs, a whip, and a heart. She had been crying for a few minutes and then I pulled out a velvet box.
I knew her oh so well. She was a sucker for white gold and sapphires. She matched completely and now all she needed was ring. ?I love you more than you could know. I want to spend the rest of my life growing with you and living with you. You’ve given yourself to me and I accept and now I give myself to you. Will you marry me?? She nodded and I slid the ring onto her finger. It was white gold with a sapphire heart in the middle and it was surrounded by small sapphire hearts. I stood up and kissed her long and hard. I kissed away all her tears. I waited patiently for her to get dressed. I moved all of the cases into car and then moved her case with clothes into the car. We would stop by my parents house before moving into a house that I had had built for us. It had a studio for Alyssa. Five bedrooms three and a half baths, a full dinning room and kitchen; there was a den for myself, a living room, and entertainment room. Not to mention that it was fully staffed. For the first time everything was under my name. Aaron Hunt.
Part 3
They drive was about an hour and a half long. I watched her hands wander to touch the collar at her neck. Her body covered with goosebumps and she was shifting her foot to hear her bracelet tinkle. Her fingers fiddled with the ring and then she looked over at me. The process happened over and over again. I had fitted her with one of her own creations. It was a blue butter fly. It rested directly over her clit and was lightly buzzing merely keeping her aroused. I smiled gently over at her as we entered the drive way of my parent’s house. Like the gentleman I am I opened the door for her, like the master I am I turned up the butterfly to barely tolerable. She wouldn’t cum, but she would definitely feel it all the way through dinner. I whispered in no ear, ?Keep your composure. Don’t Cum. I’m in the mood to play.?
I turned down a notch and allowed her to compose herself. She grabbed my hand and smiled at me, her eyes were slightly glazed. I knocked on the door and waited. Alyssa was tilting her head to the side and pouting like she always did when she wanted a kiss. I smiled and pulled her into me, of course I heard the footsteps approaching the door, but what did I care, and kissed her long and hard. The whole time I gradually increased and decreased the vibrations that were racking her body, but she was well trained and merely smiled, just going along with the ride. The door opened and we continued to kiss until I heard my mother’s ?what are you doing? cough.
We both entered the house. She gracefully knelt before my father before saying her ?hellos.? She didn’t move until my father and I had finished our conversation and he had given her permission to stand up. She rose just as graciously and gave both of them big hugs. It was slightly cold outside so we went into the parlor. Officially it couldn’t be called a parlor. The room was gorgeously decorated by both my mom and Alyssa. It had just recently been finished. The walls were red, with a vintage deco design, and the curtains were black velvet. The room was always in a state of darkness and lust as if it held secrets. There were pictures of my mom in position I would care not to see, but that’s the way my mom wanted it. There was a large couch and two arm chairs that were made out of the same velvet as the couch.
There was a table in the middle that was large enough to hold a fully matured woman. I offered Alyssa a place on the couch next to me, but she declined she was in one of her moods. She knelt next to me with her head resting on my knee. I loved her for it. She looked adorable; I turned up the vibrator which I was sure she had forgotten about. I smiled down at her and she smiled back. We got to talking about school and things. My parents and unofficially adopted Alyssa once we had become friends. Her parents had died her senior year of high school and she had been on her own since. So my parents took it upon themselves to see that the fortune she had been allotted wasn’t going to waste, in other words they kept a close eye on her and her grades.
Eventually the conversation turned away from that and she was left to her own thoughts. A half an hour later my parents turned towards the subject of her submission. I tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear ?I think you should show them your gifts to me.? She smiled and nodded. Elegantly she rose up and walked out of the room. I loved looking at her frame and how she was built. She was 5’7 and I was 6’4, I liked her in a heel so we were often the same height. She had long shapely legs which she kept well toned as per my request. She had a slight hour glass figure that I wished to make more prominent in the up coming months. I hope to take her from the 37 she is now to the 35 I would like her to be or maybe small but for now 35 would be fine. She was a 36C, which was great it was proportional to her body and they were gorgeous and perky. Her skin was a flawless mocha color and her hair was dark brown, almost black, and she kept it long and in big curls. All the while she was innocent and pure during our days at college, she looked like the reason some guys constantly had hard' ons. She was an innocent angel dressed as a sexy goddess.
In less than a minute she returned carrying the onyx black case flat on the palms of her hands as if it were sacred and the butler followed carrying four others. He set them down and excused himself. Lyssa took up the three that looked familiar and placed them on the table. She showed them how each case had three levels and items were on both the front and the back. Thy marveled at her work; she was a true artist no one could deny it. As they looked on and Lyssa explained, I thought about how she was still a closet case to everyone, but my family. One time in particular I had felt under her skirt while we were out with her friends.
Rather than admit that she liked it she freaked out and stormed off. I had to make her know that was not to be had. The rest of the night I acted as if nothing had happened, but when I got her back to my apartment I played off of the only thing I could, her humiliation. While reminiscing I watched Alyssa open up the onyx case and show them the chastity belt that she had made. The ?ooo’s and ahh’s? started again and I went back to thinking. About a week after I had started her training I came to realize that Lyssa was a pain slut. She loved the pain, but couldn’t admit. In the end I learned that whippings weren’t the punishment, the humiliation of cuming while your master is spanking your pussy with a belt, was.
Part 4
I wondered if she would ever get over that and wondered if I would have to find a new way of punishing, which I eventually did. But that night the humiliation would do. She knew she was in trouble when I slid my hand under her mini skirt and roughly grabbed her pussy as we walked the steps to my apartment. In a calm and monotone voice I told her to take all her clothes off and get on the bed. Her eyes only reflected fear as she did what I said. I tied her to the bed post, bending her in half so I had perfect access to her pussy. The first blow landed hard and strong and filled with malice, she tensed, but was quiet. After five she was silently crying and soaking wet. That’s when I started the taunts about how much of a slut she was, to be getting off while her master spanked her pussy. I kept telling her how we she was getting and how it was dripping down.
Her face turned red and she realized just what her punishment was to be. I went at it for two hours, varying my force so as to make it last. She came seven times in total and she held them off as long as she could. I could see how much she was trying. She refused to believe it and ever time she did cum she cried harder and hid her eyes as if that would make it as if it hadn’t happened. She was blubbering and telling me how she was sorry and begging me never to do it again. I crawled up to her and said ?I forgive you.? It was then that I asked her ?Baby two questions,? I began twisting and pulling at her nipples, ?Are you ever going to tell your friends about this? And two are you ever going to admit that you like pain? That it turns you on?? She stayed quiet and turned away from me tears silently falling down her face. I didn’t push her; I let her suck me off and then untied her and went to bed.
I never brought it up again, but I was positive that she was going to tell at least one of her friends about our relationship. I pulled myself out of the trance as a Lyssa stood up and kneeled in front of me. In her hands she held another black case. I looked down at her a little curious. ?Master this is the last surprise. I brought it here because I wanted to give this to you in front of your parents. Here in this box are things I refuse and now except because you ask it of me. Your parents helped me to make them, specifically your father.? I was intrigued as I reached for the clasp she spoke again, ?Master, wait, there is one thing in this box that I could only accept once and it is in this box I cannot accept it again. I buried it deep down with in myself and will not accept or believe it again. It was too much for me to handle. Your father took me to a hypnotist, to me it never happened and I never accepted it.?
I was bubbling over with anticipation as I undid the clasp and there was the corset that I wanted to get her, but she refused saying she liked herself just fine. It was a full corset. It was the exact one I had wanted to buy. It was black with eggshell color flowers embroidered into it. All the stitching was done in red. It lay in the middle, above that were three blindfolds. They were black, red, and white. She had always refused saying she needed to see, it scared her not being able to see what was coming .I knew that was the point but I didn’t push it. It was one of the lines she drew and I respected, but here she was giving all those up completely trusting me. Below the corset were the six inch lacy stilettos in black. Another thing she refused saying she couldn’t walk in those, no way no how. There it was all placed before me, but what I didn’t see was this big thing she was talking about.
As I started to look up at her I noticed something in the top of the case. It was an ebony album. In a flowing script, that I recognized as hers, on the cover it said ?Only Once.? I opened it up and was shocked. There was my Alyssa, her back arched off the ground as a belt came down on her tits and her pussy gushing. I flipped through the pages. She had done this for me. My mother had taken the pictures, it was her brilliant photography. She was red and wet arched off the bed, practically flying. Her amber eyes were glazed over. The last picture was perfect. The whole time she had been lying on white sheets. In the final picture her brown hair was splayed behind her and her eyes glazed and focusing on some point in the ceiling.
Her back was perfectly arched like bow. She was pouring as a black strap landed on her pussy. Everything seemed to bright white all you could see was the women in the middle in pain and ecstasy. I closed the book and thought on it a while it as amazing and wonderful and perfect. It was the one thing he always wanted, but the one thing she had never been able to give him. Here she had given him her acceptance for one moment in time. Yes, it was the completion of the gift. He looked up and placed the album back in the case. Lyssa had stayed their holding the case and hadn’t shifted her position. Perfection! I took up the case and pulled her into my arms and held her. The real stuff was about to start. Was she ready, I didn’t quite know, but we were most certainly about to see.
To be continued at a later date. I love comments so please comment. . . J
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Allie sits naked, in front of her vanity mirror, thinking about how her life has changed since she met Jill. She fondly remembers the night she and Jill got high on the psychedelic drug LSD, and went on a life-changing trip that began their journey together. A trip from which they could never return to the place from where they had started.Her hair is still wet from the shower she's just taken, and she lets her mind wander as she dries and brushes her long locks. She has never forgotten the way...
TransSusanne was at the church, dressed in her white thong, white garter, white bra, white stockings, white heels and, of course, white dress. Her hair was immaculate and she looked radiant. Outside she looked ready for the wedding that was to begin in one hour. Inside she kept nervously looking at the clock that seemed to have stopped moving, worried for the impending and assumed arrival of Bree. Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Bree came in, dressed in a beautiful aqua...
Jack?s SubmissionBy Master IncChapter One(How It Started)Melody lay quietly on her bed. She was nude and in a very relaxed state. Buried between her legs was Jack's head. He had been gently kissing and licking her cunt for the last thirty minutes. Melody had experienced at least three strong climaxes during this time and was now basking in the afterglow. As Melody looked down on Jack and the difficult position she had tied him in while he pleasured her, she thought back to how Jack came...
Flo and I have been together for nine years the last seven as husband and wife. Flo is a beautiful blonde, six feet tall and 135 pounds. She has been the love of my life since the instant I laid eyes on her in college. Neither of us had much sexual experience before we met but we learned how to give a great deal of pleasure to each other over the years. The event that I am writing about had its genesis five years ago. At that time Flo and I were saving every penny we could get our hands on to...
Notes: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this! Such pride surged through me as Daddy led us out of the massage parlor, his hands clutching our leashes. Every time he tugged on it, my clit flared with pleasurable pain. The black leash clipped onto the thick, gold ring pierced through my bud and nestled between my folds of my snatch. Proof that I was Daddy’s sex slave. I walked between my submissive mother and my half-sister Georgia. All three of us were naked (well, Mom wore her black...
Dominance and SubmissionA young man learns the pleasures of submitting to "Aunt" Shelly."Dominance and Submission"On my 15th birthday I went to live with Shelly. Shelly was a family friend who agreed to adopt me indefinitely. She was a beautiful 28 year old and quite independently wealthy. We got along well - I gave her no cause for complaint and respected her for letting me live with her. I did everything Shelly asked and in return she was like a big sister to me.After I had lived with Shelly...
Everyone, with the exception of Eve, was seated around the breakfast table discussing their plans for the holidays. Nothing had really changed except for Eve's holiday plans. She had left the night before after telling Andrew that she was going to take a quick vacation for the holidays. She had booked a flight and flown off to Aspen saying that she'd be back after Christmas. Andrew took her excuse at face value. For Amber, Eve's sudden departure had caused a small problem that might lead...
Sassy's Forced Submission I come by my nick name honestly. My dad nicknamed me Sassy. I grew up with it, even in school it stuck. I was always mouthing off. Seemed to be my nature. Not a smartass just feisty. I loved flirting, and sassing the guys back when...
++++++ I’m Donna, and I guess this is the story of how my life changed big time for the better. I had met my future husband just after he had started his commercial real estate company. He was engaging and funny, but I could tell that he was also driven for success. We were married only a month after I had graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration, honeymooning in Maui for two idyllic weeks. I’d had a job lined up, but I never went to work because I was four months...
It all started when Anna had insisted on taking Ellie out for drinks after work one Friday night. It’s not like Ellie knew Anna all that well, but their schedules meant that they often ended up eating lunch together, and a lunchtime talk had gotten to be a bit of a routine for them. And then one day Ellie found herself telling Anna about the breakup of her marriage, moving into a small apartment in the city, and how she was feeling a bit down about it all. Anna just listened to it all, offering...
Season : Rainy Niyol stands for inner energy, passion, fire as told to me by my elders. I am Niyol, a 29 years young, single Indian male who has been brought up in traditional environment until I was 17. Then in a Hostel in my college days, I learnt the competition, the speed, the adulthood of real world. In the quest to know more new things and with the latest fad of Internet, I also learnt the art of chatting, surfing and got introduced to a very sensual different side of the world of kink,...
[b][u]Louise's Lesbian Submission Weekend - a true story related by her husband[/u][/b][b]The Cast[/b][b]Louise [/b]- submissive bisexual wife, in her mid 50's. Huge tits, overweight [b]Mary[/b] - dominant bisexual black woman, mid 30's. Slim build [b]Jane [/b]- dominant lesbian white woman, possibly early 40's.[u]Prelude[/u]Louise has been very submissive since her early teens. She loves being abused by dominant black women. She has hd trysts with Mary before. This weekend tryst was set up...
My story of domination and submission My story of domination and submission. At 23 years of age I was finally on my way.?? Life to this point had been full of tough choices and anything but easy.? My father was a truck driver who did the best he could raising me as a single parent.? We moved a lot but Dad always found away to keep me in school as well as find good folks to look out for me when he was on the road.? ?That all changed the day before my sixteenth birthday.? ?Dad was in...
JanuaryWe had been married for 30 years and our lives were pretty much routine and average. We had a nice simple house, big yard, two dogs, a cat, and were very much like every other house in the neighbourhood. I had a normal job with a little stress but nothing over whelming. She had her own job that she really did not need. She kept working just so she could get a discount and not get bored. But all of that changed last New Year’s Eve. It all changed because for my Christmas present, I...
Disclaimer This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is unintentional. Transgender themes and other mature themes are included within. If you would be offended by these, please don't continue! I, the author, reserve the right repost this work. A big thank you goes to Jamie Lou and Paula for their help in making this readable and for inspiration! Any remaining mistakes are of course mine. Due to the nature of this story please excuse my small delusions of...
The Gift Belladonna Ari woke with the taste of his girlfriend's juices lingering in the back of his mouth. He blinked his eyes a few times while he looked around his bedroom. With a groan that belied his youth, Ari pushed his body out of the bed. His nostrils flared at the welcoming scent filling the room. A smile came to his face as he followed the smell of pancakes into the warm kitchen. "Hey, baby," Ari said as he watched Penelope cooking in her red,...
This story is dedicated to Lady Orchid, Mystress, the Domme Corps and MystressWorld.comI spent a great deal of time in that strange place between awake and asleep trying to convince myself I was not dreaming. The muscles in my shoulders and legs were clearly suggesting this was reality, I would never dream this kind of discomfort. The worst was I could not move to get comfortable. The little bit of motion I actually had only seemed to make it worse. The piece of fabric in my mouth, now well...
I met Freddie in the summer of 1980. San Diego was my home town, but I lived in a rural community in the Laguna Mountains, of San Diego County. I was major radio junky, and I always called into to win what ever contest was being promoted at the time. I won movie tickets, shirts, food coupons, albums, and money. But the jewel in my contest crown was Queen’s The Game Tour. The contest consisted of being the correct caller, and answering some trivia questions. The trivia questions were: 1. What is...
Hi mera naam mihir hai main pune maharashtra ka rahnewala hu , main aapko mere jivan ki sachhi kahani batane ja raha hu . Ab main start karta hu. mery age 21 year hai , Mere ghar me hum char log hai mom dad mery badi bahan aur main. Mery bahan mujhse 2saal badi hai uska naam riya hai wo enginearing ker rahi hai wo ghar se bahar hostel me rahti aur mere dad ka bizness hai wo aksar bahar he rahte hai aur main mba final kar raha hu . Aur mery mom 44 years ki hai bahot sexy gori ab bhi ekdam 30 ki...
My dear Readers, I was very happy and surprised to see more than 100 mails of appreciation for the previous stories in all sort of way from you all. I never expected that. My hearty thanks to everyone who mailed. It took me some time to write this one with other works. Its a little lengthy one and I segmented it, so that it can give you break. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to leave your comments and suggestions to (or) You can check my other stories in ISS here : Jitendar When I...
IncestJack's Gift by Olivia Evans Stacey Johnson pushed the gaily wrapped gift across the plush carpeted floor to her husband Jack. "Go ahead, honey, open it," she said excitedly. Jack and Stacey were sitting cross legged on their living room floor. Behind them, in front of the picture window that over looked their neighbor's snow covered driveway was a large, gaily decorated Christmas tree. Stacey had already opened one of her gifts, an elegant floor length pale blue nightgown...
Helo dosto. Mera naam nav hai. Mai ghaziabad se hu or 26 saal ka hu. Meri mail id Aab aata hu story pe. Dosto story thodi lambi hai. Puri padhna n kaisi lagi mail karna. Ye kahani meri or meri cousion bhabhi lovely ki hai. Jaisa naam hai waise hi darshan b. Dekhne me gori chitti, lambi, bahar nikli hui gand or kabhi2 gand me fasa suit. Moti chuchi or ghungrale baal. Bhabhi ki age 32 year hai or uski ek shop hai ladies undergarments n cosmetic ki. Mere ghr se 4,5 ghr chod k bhabhi ka ghr hai or...
MY BIRTHDAY GIFTBy Charles E. Campbell It seemed harmless enough. I guess that what actually I mean to say is: It seemed harmless enough, at the time. But then again, you know what they always say; Hindsight is always 20/20. I was just trying to make my husband's fortieth birthday really special, that's all, just between the two of us, and looking back at the outcome, its quite apparent that I was completely successful in attaining that goal, even if the actual outcome means that I will be...
She brought him a gift. The sole purpose of the Gift was to service him and help act out his deepest, most erotic fantasies. She knew there was no emotional connection, only raw animal instinct, and a never-ending urge to experience what he hadn't before."She is yours to do as you wish," she said, taking a seat to watch.A new, beautiful, and wanting woman knelt before him. He could see his wife and her lustful eyes, watching, waiting to help him fulfill his fantasy."Join me," he said, reaching...
ThreesomesThe Note Sophie was intrigued by the note that must have been slipped into her pocket while she was on the tube. She hadn’t noticed anyone put it in, but she was sure it wasn’t there when she left the office just 30 minutes earlier. It must have been someone she knew, the details were too accurate, her name was on the outside of the small envelope, and the accuracy of what the note said meant it was someone who knew more about her than she realised. As she read the note again for the...
His heated body had goose bumps rise as the chill of shock froze up his muscles. He never believed he would give up his dominance for a woman he barely knew. She was something else though, her body so mesmerizing none could stop from staring, and yet her mystique never lost its edge. She had begged him to give up his control for her and he had foolishly agreed; he just couldn't say no to her pouting face.So here he was, bound by warm, rough leather with a cold cylinder gag clamped tightly in...
BDSMMy fascination and addition to bondage, submission, and sex began when I almost 14. It began when my 20 Yr old first cousin from up north came to visit my grandparents for a week. My other first cousins includimg one wild female one all came to see him. They decided they all wanted to go to town and I wanted to go too. They said I was too young and couldn't go.I told them I was going to have grandpa make them take me with them, and they said I wasn't. They grabbed me, holding a hand over my...
“How much more time will this meeting take?” Derek’s voice was bored. “Excuse me?” snapped Kristy Anderson. She spun around to glare. Her legs, heightened by another new pair of designer 4-inch pumps, spread slightly making the slit in her skirt rise up a firm thigh. She did not get to be the head of ForEx Trading by putting up with arrogance such as this. No one had ever taken power from her. “Yes,” he stated. “I need to know much longer you intend drone on about the fate of the dollar.” He...
Straight SexThe Note Sophie was intrigued by the note that must have been slipped into her pocket while she was on the tube. She hadn’t noticed anyone put it in, but she was sure it wasn’t there when she left the office just 30 minutes earlier. It must have been someone she knew, the details were too accurate, her name was on the outside of the small envelope, and the accuracy of what the note said meant it was someone who knew more about her than she realised. As she read the note again for the...
BDSMThe time has finally come and I am throbbing all over with excitement. I am going on holiday with my Master, 9 days and nights with him, alone, vulnerableand submissive. I receive my email on time, the evening before we leave. The instructions areclear... be shaved clean, wear no underwear, wear t-shirt top with a collarand trousers and meet at the money exchange counter at the international terminalat a set time. The mid afternoon time engaged my curiosity as I was aware thatwe were on an 8pm...