Olivia pirouetted slowly, gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror. A vanity purchase, admittedly, and the money could have been used far more responsibly. No regrets. She loved the way it reflected the Christmas lights strung along her book cases, hung all year round, turning her bedroom into a place of magic and transformation in her imagination. Through pretty, she’d never been vain about her appearance. She...

It all started with a mail: “Hi Irene, I’ve seen your pictures on Flickr and I love them. I know you have been out only once but I also know that you are craving to do it again. So here’s the deal: I offer you a private photo shoot, I’ll dictate the poses and the outfit and I’ll pay you 1000 Euro’s for it.” Oh my god, she had been waiting for an excuse to go outside in Irene-mode again and this sounded like an offer not t...

The curve of a painted eyebrow, The curve of a mischievous smile, The curve of hips, The height of heels, Mistress A is perfection, As hot as the shiny black latex, Which clings to the contours of her skin. And oh, how she would make you crawl, Just to take a dismissive word, From those blood red lips. If you had the world, You would give it all, For a single touch, From those fingertips, Such is worship, Such is desire....

This story follows on immediately from Auntie Mary Part 2 Nigel stood, soaking at the door to the garden. "Go get a towel from the kitchen and dry yourself off. Then get dressed." I said. Make sure you don't leave a mess anywhere. "Yes, Miss." "Oh! And bring me my clothes." A few minutes later, Nigel was back with my clothes neatly folded in his hands. He presented them to me. "Thanks," I said, and stood up. I dropped the...

I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more in...

Her eighteen year old student lies prone over her desk, naked, each muscle flexed, each sinew taught. His snow white skin, glistens with perspiration. He pulls against the soft rope that binds his wrists to one leg of the furniture. Now he's trapped, at her command. She stands beside the desk snapping her black latex gloves into place. “Time to get hard for me lover!” she smiles. Her words make him hard. She crawls onto t...

Claire’s body tensed as she felt the tip of Belinda’s tongue press into her anus. Still, she could not entirely believe what was happening; how could another woman want to do such a deviant thing to her? But she was so aroused; so thrilled by Belinda’s wickedness. Each nerve ending in her body was on fire as she felt Belinda’s wet tongue pushing inside her, wriggling, opening her ring of muscle which gradually slackened a...

Belinda took another drag on her cigarette and then crushed it in the ashtray on the table. She got up and began to take things back and forth to the kitchen. Claire watched her, hardly daring to speak. Surely Belinda could not be serious she thought; would she actually go through with this? Belinda made her way around the table and stood behind Claire. Belinda draped her arms around Claire’s shoulders and whispered into...

It was three AM. I woke up to a sudden noise in the bed beside me. I opened my eyes and found Bonnie sitting next to me. “I can’t sleep,” she said. “Close your eyes,” I told her. “And count sheep…” “Please...” she told me. “I had a nightmare.” I sat up. Having a bad dream can have its effect on your whole day. I recalled all the stuff I read about it on the Internet. I turned on the lava lamp. Bonnie was covered with swea...

Well, I thought it time to write about myself. My name is Erika, I’m currently 38 years old, divorced and the mother of two brats, one a girl age 16, the other ostensibly a boy, age 17, but possibly a creature from another world. Just kidding, I love him dearly. Their names are Cindi and Ken, but you figure out which is which. Me? I’m 5'6" tall, and I have long chestnut colored straight hair with burgundy highlights and l...

Friday finally arrived, like a slow train ... it seemed to Lynn that the day would never pass. Lynn checked the kitchen clock over and over, it never seemed to move. Finally it was time to get ready to go. Her husband Don did not seem terribly unnerved, and was sitting by the TV waiting for Lynn to get ready. She packed a few naughty, new outfits, boots, and assorted BDSM items in her bag. She donned a pair of hot-pink, t...

Walking to the house after her treatments, Lynn was so sexually charged that she felt like a fire-cracker ready to go off. She had hundreds of questions for her master, and tried to ask them all in an array of disconnected thoughts. Master stopped her abruptly and said, “We can talk more later on, but now, let’s celebrate your new life.” “What about my hair,” she asked, “It is all stuck to my head, what happens when it gr...