KARAN When Carl left, I just stood there thinking. I had to confront Scott and humiliate him more. I didn’t want to, but I had to. How should I approach him, apologetically, matter-of-factly, dominantly, or lovingly? God, I need Carl, and I know I will do whatever he demands, but I don’t want to lose Scott either. Carl brought out a trait I didn’t know either of us had, submission. Scott gets off seeing me get fucked. For...

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please what? you needy little slut.” “Please use me, Miss.” I looked at her. The contrast between the professional woman that had entered the room minutes earlier and the needy whimpering begs coming from the semi-naked slut now kneeling on the floor was so delicious. I’d met her online, in one of those cavernous chat rooms where there are hundreds of people in the room but only a few actually ta...

An hour later, Kirsty and Jake found themselves walking down to the Inn, hand in hand. They had showered, dressed, and tidied up, and were now ready for the day ahead. There was a closeness growing between them, not just physically but emotionally too. Jake could feel it, and no doubt she felt it too. In the shower he watched her wash herself between her legs. She ran her fingers along the inside of her furrow and then re...

Rachel’s description of her time on the neighbouring beach had been quite graphic. It was a couple of days later before I got her alone again. This time, she was not so open about what had happened during her last two days in Jamaica. She spent the first half hour trying to convince me how what had happened was a one-off and that she intended never to let it happen again. I think she was embarrassed by how much she had al...

‘No! I’m not some erotic fiction writer,’ Julia protested. ‘Well, I didn’t mean that in the pejorative!’ Richard sounded a little defensive, but Julia could hear from his tone that he was teasing her. ‘No, it’s a story of a lost soul who takes a much longer aimless train journey than our recent little jaunt. There are some sexual elements to the story, though they are very much secondary. I’m exploring the idea that when...

Susan returned to the upstairs bedroom that an hour ago, she had stripped the bed of its sheets and pillowcases to wash and dry. Once again, her eyes were drawn to the sets of cuffs attached to the bedposts at the top of the bed. Samuel, the homeowner, had apologised as he rushed away after letting her in to do her twice-weekly cleaning. “I slept in and haven’t had time to tidy up,” he had told her. “Just ignore the thing...

Tess woke up the next morning with a newfound passion. She was going to join her husband, her daughter, and Ray, in their little sex games, and she was going to be the main event, the finish line, and the trophy. First things first. She needed an ally. Someone she could confide in, to let them know what she knew, and that she wanted to join. * She first thought of her husband. The two of them have always been very open wi...

It had only been two days since Melissa’s last outing when she heard from her so-called Master. It was a text message from a number she didn’t recognise. Obviously, he had changed phones since last week. She had taken to thinking of her master as a ‘he’, she didn’t know why. The message was curt, and yet it said everything it needed to say and it invited a reply, so she dutifully took it upon herself to find out more deta...