It wasn’t just the cool night air that made me shiver as I stood there, arms suspended above my head and unable to do anything but wait for whatever Violet had planned, whimpering softly every time I heard a sound, whether it was the wind moving through the leaves of the oak tree or the cry of a bird of prey overhead. After a while I really was scared and my imagination began to go a little wild. Was she still here, watch...

“May I take your order?” Violet’s voice coming from the speaker box sent shivers through me. I’m not sure what I’d have done if someone else had been taking orders today. Probably cried. Today, of all days, I needed to hear her voice. To see her face, even if it was just for a few moments. I was trembling, my hands clutching the wheel in an effort to keep them from straying between my parted thighs. The image of me on my...

He lay beneath the stars of a Van Gogh sky, the scent of cherry blossoms evoking memories so potent that tears filled his eyes. Gazing eastward towards the pale blue mountains, keenly aware of the sun dipping below the horizon, he whispered her name. “Yvette.” A cooling breeze danced past, reminding him that summer had long ago fled into autumn and that all too soon the fields would be blanketed in snow. He wondered if sh...

I drifted off again. When I awoke, Liz was coming through the front door accompanied by the blonde I’d watched in the videos. They were both good looking. Well, Liz was good looking. She looked to be in her 30s. She had a nice figure. Not a porn star figure, but she looked like she kept in shape. Her dark brown hair was short and stylish. When Inga introduced us her brown eyes and warm smile regarded me in a knowing way t...

That night my dreams were full of erotic images. Inga dressed in black leather. Me tied down. A redhead straddling me. A black man using me. Inga fucking me with a strap-on. Spanking me then pissing on me. A woman dressed all in black leather taking her place… “My turn, you little slut,” the masked woman told me in my dream. I found myself licking her pussy while Inga took me from behind with a strap-on. Just as I was abo...

The rest of the afternoon was spent… just hanging out. We watched a movie or at least we had one on. We talked through most of it. About normal stuff and then… “Take your skirt off for me, Amy,” Inga commanded. “Yes, Miss,” I said, complying shyly. This was still very new, after all, and I wasn’t used to being told what to do and expected to just… do it. Once I was naked from the waist down, we moved into the den. It was...

Once upon at time… no, that won’t work. How about Long ago in a galaxy far, far away … yeah, not that either. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times? Oh, wait, festive. It said to be festive, so yes, I think I got this! Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night, the sex elves were stirring and wow, what a sight… Okay, that’s a little better. At least it’s festive. What else? There needs to be...

My dreams that night were restless, as was I. Images of being tied to the bench, of being helpless, of being fucked by Inga, of the redhead that had fucked the blond girl, Sarah, of my sister… they all paraded through my head. I am sure that, if I’d been able to I’d have played with myself in my sleep. When I woke, the sheets beneath me were wet and smelled of pussy. I had vague memories of waking, finding myself being sp...

The following week went much like the previous. We’d spent the evening just… talking. Again, about my interests but this time hers as well. She was dominant, obviously. She had a fetish for younger girls. Like me. “Have you ever… been… tied up and…?” I asked her hesitantly at some point. She simply laughed and shook her head. “No. I’m not a slut like you, baby girl. I like to watch girls like you defile yourselves for me,...

She texted me the next day. Direct and to the point. Loved our “conversation.” Looking forward to seeing you again in class on Thursday. Email addy, please. I replied immediately. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you. Promise to be on time. AmyCJansen2004@gmail. All of which was the truth. I had loved meeting her and our “conversation.” And I looked forward to… whatever was going to happen. No orgasms btwn now and then....

The first time I saw her was right after my English class. I was just leaving and she was just coming in. She was breathtaking. Tall. Blonde. Blue eyes (or so I imagined). Athletic. She could have been a volley ball player. Or a Viking warrior. I crushed out instantly and pretended I was organizing my bag while watching her approach my instructor. They obviously knew each other. Student? Friend? Lover? I had no idea. All...

By now my trips to the drive-thru had become everyday events. I had become addicted to hearing Violet’s voice. Just sitting in the line, in my car, made me wet with anticipation that she might drop a little note in my bag. Today was no different. Only, it was. I was a little nervous. For one, Amber had texted me this morning and attached the video she had taken of me naked and begging her to tie me to the horse and hurt m...

0622 8/10/24 An alley off 43rd and Marr New Gomorrah The black of night was turning gray as the sun fought valiantly to break through the smog smothering New Gomorrah. The air was still and already growing uncomfortably warm as far-off sirens pierced the air, wailing urgently. A small crowd had gathered in front of an alleyway next to The Crestmore Theatre. Too many to keep away from the scene by the lone cop and the secu...

“Please help us,” Alice called the dark haired girl grew closer, still muttering about losing something as well as cursing munchkins, whatever those were. “Yes, please help,” the scarecrow said, joining in and drawing her attention to the field and to the pole that Alice was hanging naked from. “What in tarnation? Well, I’ll be,” The girl exclaimed, catching sight of Alice for the first time, her attention previously devo...

Amber unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal a stairwell, soft florescent light illuminating the steps. I felt a tap between the shoulders. Gentle yet firm. “Go on down. It’s sort of a playroom.” I went. Carefully. Despite the light, it was still dim, especially once she closed the door, bolting it behind her. No one else would be able to get in, I realized. I was all alone with her. The girl who wanted to hurt me...