Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At forty years of age, she was particularly proud of her smooth and long legs that gave her five-ten stature even more distinction. She rubbed her thighs together and sighed...

Now she was in her third month as a fully employed secretary, Louise Craven could have kicked herself for finding herself being summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. The young secretary had passed her annual probation despite one or two hiccups along the way. The Head of the Department had seen fit to 'chastise' the nineteen-year-old in her unique way. When the strict HoD had been sufficiently satisfied that Louise...

Bathed in morning sunshine in her bathroom, Clare checked her makeup and hair in the wall of mirrored cupboards above her sink. Finding zero flaws, she moved to the full-length mirror to measure her hemline. The sharp senior executive in a black miniskirt suit met her expectations. It wasn't her bathroom; it was his. However, if occupation counted, she'd taken over. Living miles high in the sky for the past two weeks, onl...

While at my desk, his special tone rang from my phone. Quickly grabbing it and opening the app, the text read: 7 pm pos1 weekend. That was it. Those few cryptic terms gave me tingling shivers as I felt my pussy react with warmth and moisture. I thought, finally! I had not cum in days and was beginning to go crazy with desire. I should explain. I have always been socially shy and psychologically submissive, at least when i...

I am writing this while I am using a stand-up desk.  The following story will explain why I am standing today and why I am being extra gentle when I sit down. I have to admit, having a Friday off of work as an adult makes me feel the same way I did when it was spring break as a high school student.  Instead of sleeping until noon and saying I am bored all day long, I get up at my normal time, leisurely enjoy my coffee, an...

This is not what Nikki was expecting but it shouldn’t really be a surprise. The loaf of banana bread in her hands, a little gift, seems naively inappropriate as the metal door clanks close behind her. The written directions wrapped around the apartment key had told her to silently walk into the middle of the atrium and wait. So, that is what she’s done. The space is well appointed if somewhat strange. Three imposing doors...

The weekend after me and Liz engage in the most intimate sex, I begin to prepare and shower because my girlfriend Elizabeth has promised me a spanking over her knee last week. She's going to wear the new hot black leather skirt again for me to serve her and be punished. As I get undressed about seven o clock, I begin to shower in the bathroom because Liz is going to arrive between eight and eight-thirty. I begin to think...

‘I think you should give Jasmine a taste of this.’ The ‘this’ was my cock, which Julia was stroking lovingly, preparatory to taking in her mouth. She was on her knees, straddling my legs. We were in bed, and it was around 8 o’clock in the morning, week six of the lockdown. We had settled into a routine; Jasmine’s behaviour had improved hugely since her mother had thrashed her backside so severely when she’d come home unex...

The very night Jasmine left I was cleaning away my tea things when I heard a knock on my kitchen door. Julia was wearing her full riding gear: tight riding breeches, white top demurely buttoned to the chin, red hair tied back in a severe ponytail (did I mention her hair? Glossy, a beautiful auburn red. I knew now, from experience, that it was her natural colour.) ‘Just had the most exhilarating ride on Bullet,’ she said....

It was Easter, and Jasmine, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the household, was home for the holidays. She had always been wilful, another word for spoilt. Partly, I thought because her father had left the family home years before and her mother didn’t know how to deal with her. I was ten years older than Jasmine and had known her since she started riding when she was five and I was a stable lad. Our upbringings had been...