Pain to pleasure “Yes, Miss!” Thwack! “Thank you- fuuuu, Miss!” Thwack! The whoosh of the aerated paddle was a comforting sound, no guesses nor surprises. Miss had me at her mercy in my basement in what was starting to look like a BDSM playroom. I was currently on my belly, hooked into a spanking bench, looking like a hot submissive and nothing like a well-established OB/GYN. I am no longer her, but I still am, if that ma...

He slammed in from behind. “Tell me!” I arched, sheets in fists, nipples banging triceps. “Ask properly!” He squeezed my ass even harder. It would leave marks to add to earlier acquisitions. “Fuck, Gina!” “Ungh! Yes, you are! Now, ASK!” Eighth orgasm of the night was ready to breach! My second with him. Without withdrawal, he flipped me; knees to knockers. Another gear. More sweat. Jaw grab to focus him. “Assssk!” “FUuuck...

“You want to know why? You really want to know? ‘Cause you’re a soddin’ piece o’ shite. A loser of the highes’ order.” She stepped closer. I could smell the gin on her. “Why would I ever fuck you if I can have a man like Declan?" She turned and picked up her bag, that horribly ugly, orange and shit-brown thing I got her at that boutique years ago because she “had to have it.” She grabbed her keys. “You shouldn’t drive in...

“I can’t believe you just asked me that!” “Why? I'm concerned for you.” “Because it's none of your damn business what I do with—I'm the parent here!” “Sure, and I’m the loving and concerned son who wants to know if his mom is being safe when she is out cuckolding his father!” Maureen was dumbstruck. She stepped back from him, almost falling off her CFM heels. He smiled with a touch of arrogance. “Yeah, I know what it is....

Ten days I went ten days without hearing from Miss Kayla, my dominant mistress, my lover. Not one text. Not one check in. Not one knock on my door nor uncomfortable visit to my office. For the first time since I met her, Kayla was behaving like a twenty-two-year-old. Although I was unsure as to how I wanted her to behave. That first forty-eight hours were horrible. I doubted the entire D/s lifestyle choice, but worst of a...

Prince Richard called out. The entowered beauty lowered her long, magical tresses. Darker than foretold. A trick of the enchantment of sunset? “Zounds! Finally plucking a virgin!” His cod piece quivered. Her voice was wet, desperate, and panting. “Hurry, lover! Mine cleft doth ache to feel thee inside!” He throbbed, knowing she had started without him. Lustfully scaling her roped hair, he gripped the window frame and gaze...

Six Month-aversary For one weekend, we would be girlfriends, lovers, equals. The occasion was to mark six months since I had submitted sexual control to my beautiful Miss Kayla. Out to dinner, then to an expensive club and dancing, would preview a Saturday night into Sunday morning in one of the luxury suites at our favorite place, the Sutherland. Since the night with Tony, where I got to taste, and greatly enjoyed, cock...

Chanel Chance Tendre. Like any good scent, it personalizes on a woman. On her, luck is more dangerous than tender. I can’t expect my fumbling husband to have enough sense to change the sheets. I expected more from her. She’s softly sharp, radiating experience. She is sex-confident. …not me… I’ve known for months. I don’t want to join. I don’t want him to “fuck me the way he fucks her.” My mini-cam recording opens. I sit,...

The Un Ceremonies I don’t want to write about my collaring. It felt so intimate and personal that I want to keep it between Miss Kayla and me. Yes, I have written about our sexual and submissive relationship in vivid detail. That moment just feels…close to the heart. I will say that I wore it for an entire weekend and she used it to pull, push, and control. And I loved every second of it (and have since). I love to arrive...

Paul Angelo was late. Not that anyone could complain. “It takes as long as it takes.” “It can’t start without me.” “Don’t waste time worrying about wasting time.” These were all pearls of wisdom that he often dropped onto his employees and partners. In fact, the only reason Angel Acquisitions had a start and end time to the workday was to connect with other businesses that still clung to the traditional 9 to 5. “It's alwa...

New Emotions It was two hours before we took a break and that was only because the dog was whining to be let out. Maybe it was her mood, maybe it was being in my house, but her usual authoritative tone was missing. Sure, like any lover, she asked for certain things to be done, or increased, or moved. (Miss absolutely loved to have her perineum sucked hard. And I can’t believe I just wrote those words). But this was not ab...

Nina was nearly eight months along when she got the text message from her brother that fateful Thursday. I am coming in for the birth! Sandy insisted and I said okay. Her twenty-four-year-old heart skipped a beat, and the baby kicked. Nina’s older brother, Owen, and his wife, Sandy, were teachers and would be off for the summer when the baby arrived. He planned on driving in from Davenport, her hometown, for a couple of w...

Herringbones (Continued from chapter one) I got myself a shot and headed towards the beautiful, bald, black woman. I could tell she was smiling through her dark eyes. I had chosen her, but she thought she had chosen me. My Miss wanted me to seduce somebody and eat their pussy in the bathroom, and I was ready to do it. I wanted to — I needed to do it. I tossed my shot back and stepped up to her. I had to be louder than I w...

“Bless me Fah-therrr!” Abigail Harrington shouted as Fr. Timothy O’Brien filled her mature vagina with his second load of the day. “For I have sss—oh my word!” Her orgasm erupted like a Hollywood exploding car! It was epically large! She lost her breath as her eyes flew open in disbelief. The younger priest held on to her hips tightly as he unloaded every drop of his sacred semen into her love canal. Her body sagged as sh...