Bondage horse Stories

I have messed up, really messed up. It's been five days since we came back from Brighton – and Michael hasn’t touched me once. I think he’s in love with Carrie. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I couldn’t find him, searching high and low, even in the glade at the bottom of the garden. It was when I walked back to the house and passed by the outside loo and heard his voice, soft, almost whispered, that I realised he...

Dora vanishes into the station, bound for London, and I ease the car back down the approach road, her question still echoing in my mind. All the way back home my thoughts churn – yes or no, yes or no – without resolution. In the kitchen, a mug of coffee cooling between my hands, I remain undecided. Hoping a second opinion might help me, I step out of the cottage and wander along the lane, wondering if Nigel or Penny can h...

I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror, feeling pleased with my appearance for the client. I had chosen a stylish black knee-length pencil skirt, a matching jacket, and a classic white blouse. For a sense of complete freedom while enjoying my work—something I love as a dominatrix—I decided to forgo underwear. My client, a woman, was a bit of an anomaly, eager to explore her submissive fantasies in a safe setti...

Chapter 11: Horsing Around with Daddy = "Get down! Hands and knees!" Startled by Daddy’s abruptness, I obeyed quickly, dropping onto the carpet, then lifting my head to gaze up at my master, who jerked my chain viciously, pulling my collar hard into my neck. "You’ve had a lot of fun with Mummy, haven’t you?" "Yes, Daddy." My voice felt guttural; the collar was half choking me, and I found speaking difficult. "Well, now it...