I could hear the die tumbling and then, silence. My heart was pounding in my ears, wondering what number it had landed on, anticipation and fear gripping me. Blindfolded, I relied on her to call out my fate, something that she’d taken more and more time to do as the ‘game’ progressed, sometimes not even bothering to tell me. I’m not sure which was worse – knowing or not knowing. “I have a little game planned for us, pet.”...

Focus. She tastes like lemon tart. Must remember to tell Lizzy. Focus. She’s gorgeous and that’s not me seeing the world through rainbow colored glasses.  She really is. Tall, blonde, athletic.  She would have fit right in on the women’s volleyball team. Focus.  It’s been exactly 27 days since I’ve had an orgasm. Since I’ve been allowed an orgasm.  Not to say I haven’t masturbated in 27 days. Sometimes two or three times...

“Comfortable?” she asked with a wry chuckle.  Not really.  Not that I voiced the thought.  It’s hard to talk when you’re doing your best to keep a strawberry pressed between your lips.  Keep it there and I’ll make you cum.  Eventually. I’m not sure how long ago she’d told me that.  It was hard to keep track. “You look stunning.” I struggled to lift my head so I could show the appreciation burning in my eyes, as well as th...

“Comfortable?” I managed a muted whimper, unable to properly answer, my own soaked panties, ripe with the taste of my own juices and stuffed into my mouth made it impossible to form coherent words. No. I wasn’t.  And it wasn’t just the physical discomfort, although that was a large part of it. Bent at the waist, my ankles shackled, my legs forcibly spread wide.  Wrists and neck trapped, making me immobile. My own fault, r...

She didn’t bother with introductions. To her I was just a whore and she was just a customer. One with cash. She was dressed nicely like she’d just come off some high-powered business meeting. She looked me up and down first. I guess she liked what she saw. Blonde chick in a tight sweater and a short skirt. “Looking for a good time?” “Looking for someone kinky.” I shrugged, offering a faint smile. “I can be kinky.” “Get in...

I’m not really sure what the most humiliating part of our visit, so far, had been.  Being paraded, half naked on a leash, through the inn, the crotch of my lavender panties visibly wet and smelling of overheated pussy, I would have said.  That was before she’d pushed an inert vibrating egg into my soaking wet cunt, trapping it inside with a chastity belt.  That was new.  I was familiar with the concept, but I’d never worn...

She has no shame.  None whatsoever. It’s been replaced with confidence and a touch of cruelty.  “Strip.” She snaps her fingers, expecting – requiring – quick obedience, never mind that the curtains are pulled back and the room is well lit leaving me feeling vulnerable.  “Stand still.  You’re fidgeting.” Nervous energy crackles through me as she circles me like prey. Fear wars with anticipation.  Humiliation with lust as I...

She’d set me before a floor length mirror so that I could watch her work. It was fascinating in its way.  The blue strands of rope contrasted nicely against my exposed flesh.  She’d positioned me so that I sat on my heels, my knees spread wide, wider, wider, until muscles strained with the effort.  She started with my thighs, attaching them to my calves, the rope forming figure eights, pressing the upper and lower halves...

I’ve been laying here, on her bed, for what seems an eternity, although the glowing red numbers on the clock tell a different tale. She left me here, naked, a white chess piece sitting precariously on my quivering stomach… “If it’s not there, precisely in the same place, when I return, you will regret it.” The menace in her voice left no room for doubt that she meant it. She’d left me with a kiss that left me hungry for m...

Patience and time. Never rush things. Let them develop at their own pace, take it slow and you can adjust to just about anything within reason. It’s all about comfort levels… I didn’t hate him. What I felt was resentment, not to mention the awkwardness whenever our paths crossed, usually orchestrated by her.  After all, he knew all about me and what we did together – or, rather, what I was to her and how she treated me.  ...

Half asleep, my cheek resting against her warm thigh, a lazy smile playing on my lips. Her legs, crossed at the ankles, her toenails unadorned. Not too long ago I was sucking on them.  Right after I’d licked the soles of her feet, her heels. Her fingers sliding absently through the tangle mess of my hair, trying to straighten it. I spy a stray flake of kringle on her thigh and inch forward, tongue extended. A leftover of...

It seemed only fitting that I was dressed in the same outfit that had gotten me into trouble in the first place, though, perhaps “dressed” wasn’t the right choice of words, seeing as how it consisted of a pair of black floral lace stockings held up by a garter belt.  Oh, and heels tall enough that I wasn’t about to go skipping down the street without having to worry about face planting.  She gave me one of her shirts to w...

To a casual onlooker we probably just looked like close friends enjoying a meal. That wasn’t so far from the truth and yet… I’d gotten into the habit of dressing up for her whenever we’d meet for lunch. She enjoyed pretty things, and I did my best not to disappoint. Today was no different. I’d laid everything out last night before bedtime.  Starting the day with classes meant I’d have to commit first thing in the morning....

TEST RUN KISS. Keep it simple, stupid. A metal bar mounted on a pair of wooden support beams in the basement. Several steel rings that could be slid over it. A pair of padded leather cuffs that could be attached to the rings with carabiner clips. A step stool. Nothing sexy. Black yoga pants and a tee declaring me a ‘Cosmic Explorer’. Once the step stool was removed I hung about a foot off the floor. Helpless. Deciding to...