The basement feels like I've stumbled into a parallel universe. Noticing my trouble, Bryan squeezes my hand and gives me a kiss on the cheek. The playroom looks like a dungeon, and I have to admit it's pretty intimidating. "Ready?" asks my master. I nod. "Perfect! Take off your dress and I'll put this on you," he explains, showing me my leash. "For the rest of the evening, you'll be walking on your hands and knees, unders...

Abigail Ferguson's nipples were sore this morning. She applied some gel that Carina, her friend and fellow pet, had given her after an unruly and somewhat long session with Mistress and her friend "Mrs. Black." Since coming to know the behind-the-veil story of the boys' school, Hatley on Kent, the first-year teacher had fully embraced her secret life as the headmistress' sex slave and pet. With all of the other female mem...

I found myself naked, erect, sitting on a couch, in front of a handful of art students. Darlene was curled up on the couch, away from the artists, her head and blond hair on my lap. She had just had an explosive orgasm, spread open in front of the crowd, held by me with my finger deep inside her. Was she humiliated? Likely. Was she exhausted? Probably. Was she happy? Clearly. Was she finished? Not a chance. Then one of th...

I'm washed, perfumed and all dolled up. But still naked. I'm afraid Bryan's thinking of taking me out like this. On a leash. Would I let him? I'm relieved when my master brings me a dress and orders me to put it on. Well, dress may be a strong word. Black, but made of a material that's practically translucent, the garment is held together by thin straps and the neckline struggles to contain my breasts. At the bottom, the...

The sound of the locks sealing off any escape. The feel of the crop on my skin, The heat of his body against mine, The dry grip of his hands Caressing, Squeezing, Spreading me open. Mouth Teeth Tongue Hands. Straps Crop Flog Whip. I am his attention now, The sole focus. He’s reading me, Monitoring my responses In - out goes my breath. Zipper going down, I writhe in my bindings As they hold me in place. His Thrusts, My Gas...

This morning, we look like any other couple. Bryan lets me have breakfast at the dinner table with him. Of course, I'm still naked except for my submissive collar. I have to admit, I can't imagine not wearing it. I almost want to ask Bryan if he'll let me keep it. I already know that's a bad idea. This collar is a symbol that I belong to him. I'll have to take it off when I go back to my husband. After all, it's not as if...

How long is Bryan going to keep me waiting? I feel like I've been in this position for hours. My knees hurt. If I were any braver, I'd join him in his office and ask him to fuck me the way I want to be fucked. Instead, I stay here, bent over the sofa like a fool. When I finally hear footsteps behind me, my heart clenches and my stomach tighten. I know he's going to fuck me in the ass, but at this point, I don't fear it. W...

Naked on the sofa, I rest against Bryan. He strokes my hair as I think back to that call with Alexander. I've never been so eager to question all my life choices. I'm so happy here with Bryan. The wise thing to do would be to return home. If my husband comes back early and finds our house empty, everything will fall apart. This dirty call was so out of character for him. Something's wrong, I know it. "You want to talk abo...

My master leads me to the back door and my heart starts pounding. Bryan may live in one of those villas where you can't see a neighbor for miles around, but the idea of walking around in the backyard completely naked and with an anal toy makes me feel uncomfortable. Bryan insists as he open the door, and I gather my courage to step out. It's a beautiful day. The sun warms my skin instantly. Bryan suggests I dip in the poo...

I stopped counting after seven orgasms. When the vibration finally stops, Bryan releases me from my restraints. The kiss he gives me is filled with desire and promise. Without a word, he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. My master only wears a pair of sweatpants, while I'm still completely naked apart from my collar. He turns on the shower and makes sure it's at the right temperature before forcing me in. I give...

The click of Simone's heels reverberated throughout the dimly lit hallway, the soundtrack of anticipation as she made her way towards an unassuming door. A faint smell of lubricant filled the air, a harbinger of the indulgence that waited beyond the threshold. She paused, hand hovering over the cold metal doorknob, her heartbeat echoing in her ears like a frantic drumroll. She pressed it down, entering the forbidden chamb...

I wake up, still confused about what really happened last night. The fire burning between my thighs proves that I didn't dream yesterday's session. Expecting to find Bryan by my side, I notice that the place beside me in bed is empty. I'm confused about what to do. I hear a noise in the distance and suspect he must be in the kitchen, but since he hasn't given me any instructions, I prefer not go and join him. I'm itching...

"I'll be there in an hour. Be ready." My hands shake as I read this text message. If my husband knew I was in a hotel room getting ready to spend the weekend with Bryan, I couldn't imagine what he would do. We've been married less than six months, a marriage of convenience. My family believed Alexander was a suitable match. I stare at myself in the mirror. Following Bryan's instructions, I slip into a black dress, long wi...

John hesitantly enters Claire's therapy office, feeling a knot of anxiety in his stomach. The room is dimly lit, with soft, ambient music playing in the background. The walls are painted a calming shade of pale blue, and the furniture is all modern and sleek, with clean lines and minimalist design. Claire sits behind her desk, dressed in a black fitted dress that accentuates her curves. As John takes a seat on the plush l...