Two hearts They had taken years to mature To slowly learn who they were Dancing along the winds of time It was not destiny or fate Just mere luck they had come together The attraction was immediate, but neither was ready to commit Hearts get damaged through the years and both were nursing wounds long old Yet as they grew closer such pains became bearable Tiny flirts fanning embers long gone cold Until their lusts and love...

It was mental agony. The bitch had been trained to edge daily as much as she could save for special days. Her cunt burned to be touched. Used. Yet this. Denied. Exposed. All because she let herself cum on a day that she wasn’t allowed to. It didn’t matter that it was an accident. Her Mistress didn’t accept excuses. A click of the hotel room’s door made the bitch jump. Mistress had promised this was merely the beginning of...

She walks confidently around her submissive as he kneels on the floor, naked apart from his collar and leash. He’s her pet that she loves to edge, to torment, but she’s been easy on him this week. She let him get away with too much this week, so tonight it was going to be a different story. The heels of her black latex boots click on the wooden floor as she walks. Her tight short red-latex dress that allows her breasts to...

Prior to entering Georgina's employment, Mary has been invited to observe her new mistress at work in defence of the realm... So it was that at four o’clock the following day, Jimmy and I entered a cupboard on the landing and slipped down a passage to the window that looked out into Georgina’s boudoir. From her side the window was a mirror and, as she had explained, it was through this that the photographs were taken. It...

Bancroft Hall, Dorsetshire, England. September 1902. In the late afternoon of the second day after her arrival at Bancroft, the countess returned from a ride and found me in her sunlit bedroom tidying up, as befits a lady’s maid. I noticed she was moving stiffly and enquired as to the problem. ‘I almost fell off my horse in the woods on the far side of the lake,’ she answered, her slight German accent noticeable in the qu...

“Wake up,” whispered Claire, brushing away the golden tresses covering Jenny’s ear. The rosy light of dawn streaming from the half-open curtains cast shadows on Jenny’s face and made her look angelic. The girl was deep in slumber: her eyes firmly shut and a hint of pink tongue poking out between her lipstick-smudged lips. Claire leaned over and gently kissed the sleeping girl on the forehead. She dragged her lips down, sl...

William lay wide awake in bed knowing this was to be his final day with Miss Danvers. The sheer thought of her majestic presence sent his cock hard and he closed his eyes and dreamt of her. Her perfume seemed to be permanently in his nostrils and it sent his senses swirling. She had changed his world upside down and made him into a subservient cocksucker in a matter of days. But for the first time, he identified as one, a...

There is an end to everything, to good things as well. (Chaucer 1374) Smart cookie that fellow. As it was with me and Amber. I spent several fabulous weeks with her, she showed me how to submit and how to value myself even when willingly placing myself beneath below another. But as with so many things real life gets in the way. I got a new job and needed to move, so we spent one last evening together. A wonderful meal fol...

“Remove your clothes.” The words were not said unkindly, but there was no doubt it was an order. Eyes filled with lust and trepidation, I looked at the woman whom I had just met this night and nodded biting my lip.We had met in a bar not long ago. I had been out with friends when she approached me while I was taking a break from dancing. As I sipped my drink, she walked up to the table. “Hello there pretty girl,” she said...