It is been a few weeks since Master gave me a very nice reward for being a good girl, and I can not get the feeling I had out of my head, how Master made me feel like I was floating on a cloud, completely weightless in my safe haven. I have not had much one-on-one time with Master lately because he is been preoccupied with the launch of our new fetish club catering specifically to BDSM, which I have been assisting him wit...

After last night, I feel compelled to write this down before it fades, before the heat on my skin and the pounding in my chest become distant memories. I’m Emily, and this week has been like plunging into an abyss where every sensation is sharper, rawer, more mine. My Master has led me down a path of submission that’s turned my world upside down, and I don’t want to forget a single moment. Each day this week has been a te...

Her manicured fingers flipped the cards one over top the other nervously before peeling back the edges and glancing at what was hidden underneath. She tried to hide her excitement at what she glanced at briefly. Ace/King was a strong hand and she paid her blind and watched the others at the table join her. Emily’s pile of chips had been dwindling down since the night had begun and slowly her nerves were staring to get the...

The soft hum of the minibar filled the silence after she left. George lay half-dressed on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above. The sheets were a tangled mess of sweat, perfume, and regret. The call girl—what was her name? Tasha? Tanya?—had gone twenty minutes ago, her stilettos clicking down the hallway like a gavel pronouncing judgment. He reached for his wallet on the nightstand,...

The stress on Emma’s arms was already starting to dissipate. She was sure that the pain was still there, but other sensations on her body were taking her focus. Her wrists ached from the cuffs holding her to the ring in the ceiling. Her nipples burned from the clamps and the weight of the chain. And her calves were sore from being spread so far apart by some type of bar that Danny, the house bull, had attached to her ankl...

I’d known from the moment he told me to dress for him, he’d choose a skirt. It wasn’t scandalous on paper—just shorter than anything I’d ever contemplate wearing: high-waisted black pleats brushing my mid-thigh, paired with a crisp white blouse tucked neatly and low heels that clicked like a metronome. Almost preppy. Yet every step had me quivering with exposure, skin alight under each breeze. Inside the notebook, a folde...

It was a cold early morning in New York. I was walking briskly and quickly toward the boarding gate for my flight to Miami. I was heading for a business conference, and I'd be spending my time in Miami for the next 4 days. Since a weekend was coming up, Mistress Victoria mentioned that she would be traveling to Miami as well and that she would be reaching out on Friday evening. The thought of that in itself made my cock t...

Ivy I failed. Not the kind where you “barely scrape by” or “missed the mark by a point or two.” I failed—bold red ink underlining the 72 circled at the top of my philosophy paper like flames licking at my confidence. It mocked me in my lap as I sat in the back of Professor Vale’s lecture hall, my heart pounding so loudly I could feel it hammer against my ribs, drowning out the click of pens and hushed whispers around me....

To Redeem Myself * * * * * I knelt on the dark mahogany floor of the university's art gallery, which had once been the town's chapel. Against the exposed stone walls, an intimidating St Andrew's cross stood. I shuffled nervously, unable to pull my eyes away from it. A shameful warmth bloomed between my thighs. "Strip," Miss Sullivan called out, startling me. She sat on my desk with her long legs crossed, her verdant eyes...

"I thought you were going to wear your anklet today," Milord stated, staring pointedly at Sophia's naked ankle. She closed my eyes, then looked up at him. "I was, sir, but I was running late and forgot," she admitted. Constantly wearing a 'collar' of some type, be it the anklet, bracelets, choker, body chains, or leather collar is a new rule. Today, Sophia completely forgot about the anklet in her rush to complete all of...

About ten minutes after Jenny left, the door to the disciplinary office finally opened again, and Janine’s sly face appeared. “Alright, Danny-balls, now’s your time to shine”, Janine said sarcastically. “Or, at least, it’s time for your bottom to shine for you. Get that sweet ass of yours over here, right now!” And without any warning, she proceeded to grab and twist his left ear while practically dragging him through the...