Tease and denial Stories

Over the bridge, right onto Sophia St., left onto Amelia St., right again onto Prince Edward St., and finally right into the driveway. The last few turns of my daily commute still felt automatic even though it was a few hours later and quite a bit darker than normal. With deadlines looming at work, I would be staying late every day this week.  Stepping out of the car and grabbing my backpack from the backseat, I hoped tha...

Monday, 7.40pm I’m well into getting ready. I’ve just showered again, this time without company and without the audience. Even the two chairs the men were sitting on this morning weren’t there. I’m starting to wonder if it was all a dream. I’d ask my room-mate, but she’s just so damn unapproachable. She pretty much acts like I don’t exist. Fine, Petra, I’ll do the same to you then. She stalks out of the room in her towel....

The next email that Cindy got was an invitation from Barbara to have lunch with several of the ladies from the group, including Nancy. Cindy was glad to accept, and arranged to take a bit longer lunch break than her boss usually allowed. As she caught up with Nancy, she told her that she had spent some time on her blog, and was fascinated by it. Nancy’s blog had lots more information on her and Bob’s unusual lifestyle. Th...

 What a beautiful picture indeed. There bound to her bed was my Mistress, who for today, was my submissive slut. She was dressed only in a garter belt and black seamed stockings, and decorated in plastic pink and blue clothes pins — one on each nipple, and eight decorating her pussy."Oh, don't You look so lovely my Slut Vivien. I just love how You pull against your bonds, and squirm like the slut you are. Tell me!""Oh mas...