James and Victoria’s lusty games had continued well into the early hours of Saturday until their libidos had finally drained. With their bodies now peacefully entwined beneath a down filled duvet, the two lovers soon drifted into a deep sleep. Content in the knowledge that the weekend was theirs to enjoy, however they saw fit, there was clearly no need for an early start.   As the mid morning sun cast its rays down throug...

The next evening, after I got home from cross country practice and had supper, I went to my room and called Jackie to see if she got a chance to talk to her mom yet. “Hello,” she said when she answered the phone. “Hello, Kitten, can you talk right now?” I asked. “Yes, Master. I am in my room and no one is listening.” “How was your day? Did your classes go okay?” “Yes, Master, I had a good day at school. I also got a chanc...

I crouched down as my hand reached out towards the riding crop. It lay, motionless, at her feet and my eyes remained sharply focussed on the tip of my forefinger as it traced an imaginary line along the length. It paused at the end and calmly stroked the smooth black leather slapper, almost affectionately perhaps, as if it were admiring its potential.  The outer edges were beautifully decorated with two rows of slightly o...

Victoria tossed the parcel onto her bed as she struggled to unfasten her collar. After a short delay, she removed the padlock from its securing clasp and threw it on top of her duvet. With the collar now loosened, it dropped easily into her hands and she moved to the edge of her bed before placing it carefully alongside the parcel. It was, she thought, a lot heavier than she had expected as she stumbled slightly before da...

The roads were surprisingly busy and we drove for about thirty-five minutes before I finally pulled on the handbrake and turned off the ignition.   “Here, at last,” I sighed with relief, removing my seat belt as I looked across the road. Victoria’s house stood proudly on the south side of Chesterfield Road and sat amongst a variety of substantial detached properties.  The pavements were unusually wide and provided ample r...

I have been remembering my first submissive girlfriend and how it came to be, so I thought you might enjoy reading it. Part of it is true and part is fantasy. The names have been changed for definite reasons. So, please read it as such and understand it is my story. All comments are greatly appreciated. ****** My name is Mike and I am currently sixty-eight years old. I have been married to my wife for forty-eight years. L...

Crisp bags, half-eaten sandwiches and the odd cigarette butt decorated the faded vinyl floor to the buffet car.  I looked briefly at the empty rubbish bin standing, somewhat redundant, below the misted window as the train jerked slightly.  As it began to pull away from the crowded platform, my hand steadied a tepid bottle of Stella Artois as the shabbily dressed and seemingly lifeless bartender returned with my change.  H...

The imagination of what was going to happen next kept her mind racing while she switched off the lights of the kitchen and living room and walked towards the bedroom. Even though she knew exactly what was going to happen, the very thought that this had become a routine kept her senses tingling. She kept the jug of water near the dressing table. And walked towards the bed where he was busy in his cell phone preparing himse...

My First Session with Jasmin the Masochist   By the time I met her when she was twenty-three, Jasmin was pretty experienced with S&M. She had had multiple lovers. Many of the guys she met in her civilian life, including boyfriends, were too tame for her. They were not prepared to treat her like dirt, slap her around, choke her, beat her all over with paddles and whips. She was really a wild girl, into drugs (mostly hash a...

In early 2018 I was looking for a change. Sex with hookers was getting old. Sure, the girls were hot, and their skills considerable Some were true blowjob artists. But it always felt rushed. The clock was ticking, and there was no opportunity to get to know someone. Of course it felt completely fake. Amazing how many experienced women would scream with passion, claim that I was their best lover ever, that they had never c...

THE FALL OF ZUNABAR Battle at Fort Zunabar was coming to an end. The East wall had collapsed, the West wall had surrendered and the stables were on fire. Horses galloped wildly to escape the spreading flames as Gregorian troops went from house to house, rounding up survivors and looting whatever of value they could take. Queen Gregoria approached the citadel on her armored, black steed. The iron clad horsemen that rode be...