I am a sadist. The woman in front of me is there because she wants to surrender to me, at least for a time. We have spoken before this moment - negotiated limits and safe words and things of that sort. I would never do anything to a woman that she did not want at some level, perhaps deep down. I start by asking her to disrobe before me. I can see nervousness. Her eyes dart to the door for a millisecond before returning to...

My big plastic dildo plunging in and out of my sopping hole while the fingers of my other hand strum my clit have me writhing. I hear the moans coming out of my own mouth. I can almost see it coming just a second before it hits me like a freight train. Every muscle in my body tightens up and I can feel my greedy pussy grab onto the dildo like a fist. The tightness morphs seamlessly into convulsions that shake me for an et...

"And.... we're live in 5... 4... 3..." The two and 1 counts were silent, and on the zero a drum-roll filled the auditorium. The producer gave a large pointing cue to the announcer before darting off-stage. The announcer was wearing a suit and tie standing in front of a podium at the edge of the stage. The announcer started the introduction with a loud, Hollywood voice, "Welcome everyone to..." At this point, the audience...

I have a picture pinned to my wall. An image of you and of me and we're laughing, we're loving it all. I love my husband. We've been married for ten years, and in that time I've come to trust him more totally than I ever imagined I could trust another person. We are each other's yin and yang - I am submissive and he is dominant, I like being spanked and he likes spanking me. Naturally, he is the leader of our household. I...

I can't live without blowjobs. Well, maybe that overstates things a little, but life really isn't the same without them. Let me explain. When I first got my period, I also got pretty serious cramps. They came at any time of my cycle and sometimes were bad enough to keep me home from school. My mom tried her best to help, saying that when she was my age she had the same trouble. We went to a couple of different gynecologis...

Amy and Margaret weren't twins. They had to tell people that all of the time. They met in college, when both were studying English literature. They actually met in the ladies' room. Both of them were washing their hands and they first saw each other in the mirror as they looked up and both did a double-take at the same moment. They were so similar in looks to each other that they could be twins. They introduced each other...

"Come here, Katie." When he says "Katie" instead of "Kate," I know what's coming. My husband Rick spanks me a lot. We discovered early on in our relationship that I loved a good spanking as much as he loved giving them. And he slid right into the leadership role in our household. And when I fall out of line, he'll discipline me, but I'm a good girl, for the most part, so most of my spankings are... just because. Just thos...

Alice never talked with anyone else about the extra room in their house at the end of the hallway. It wasn't anything that really came up in conversation. If anyone asked, she simply said they used it as a storage room and didn't open the door. No one besides her and her husband Mike ever went in, and she had a special reason not to go in if she didn't need to. Mike was a stockbroker and made very good money. They had no...

I'm a lucky girl. I love a good spanking, and my husband loves to give them. And he's not one to hold back. He's got a whole drawer full of implements, and I've felt them all. He doesn't always make me cry, but even when he does, it's not long before I'm feeling the throbbing of the bruises and welts on my poor bottom make my pussy start to itch in that special way. But our relationship isn't just fun spankings. I have a...

It was a fine line, Tom realized, between ogling the scene playing out in front of him and trying to not conspicuously look away. He was at a spanking party at the local BDSM dungeon, and in front of him a very petite college-age-looking girl was draped naked over the lap of a slightly older twenty-something girl wielding a leather paddle. The younger of the two was crying incoherently while the other was working her bott...

I'm very lucky. I met a very wonderful man when I was in college and married him. We've been married ten years now. He's an electrician and we live in a cozy little house in the suburbs. His day starts early and he usually leaves without waking me, but his day ends early too, so we have afternoons and evenings together. I know he loves me, and he's a kind, loving husband. He never shirks from helping me around the house,...

Louise was panicky as she sat in her car at a red light. She was on her way to her weekly spanking from Janet, and she was late. Over the weeks, her Thursday afternoon appointments had become routine, so she wasn't on pins and needles all morning long anymore. She set an alarm on her phone and sat down to write some poetry, and had gotten lost in it. Unfortunately, she had set the alarm for AM instead of PM, so when she l...

My name is Anne. I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. I'm a pretty good student - I get good grades for the most part, but I'm not very outgoing. I have some close friends and we talk about, well, all the stuff I bet you can imagine girls our age talk about. A lot of it (well, most of it if I'm being honest) is about boys. I'm still a virgin, and sometimes my friends tease me a little about that. I've been out with...

My name is Samantha. I am nineteen years old and live at home with my dad while I go to community college. Mom left when I was twelve and it's just been the two of us since then. It was hard at first. Daddy worked, so he would take me to school in the morning and I had to take a bus home, or get a ride with friends or something. I'd be on my own for the afternoon. Unless he said it was OK for me to spend the afternoon wit...

Life went on for Louise. She missed Mike, of course, but her weekly sessions with Janet kept her much more grounded, and feeling much more herself. The spankings were almost always the same, and always ended with a cathartic, soul-cleansing cry while Janet held her. And more often than not, there was a little bit extra before Janet sent her back home. But this week, Louise knew would be different. It was stupid of her, sh...