Consensualbondage Stories

"Good boy!" Dr. Adele Brownlee seemed so very pleased with me. I was sitting naked on the floor at the feet of my mentor and advisor, a beautiful black woman, my elder by at least forty years. And I had just agreed to masturbate for her while she explained her plan for my post-doc fellowship at the Institute for the Study of Curative Equity. "First, though," she continued, "could you stand up?" "Now turn around," she dire...

May 14, 2023 – London (Hampstead) – 7:17 p.m. “Chronicles of Astrid Latour – Part 32 (confidential! No peeking)” It’s obvious something… suspicious is going on here. Not suspicious in the creepy way that would make me pack my bags and run back to my parents in Bordeaux. More like… weird. Just yesterday, my flatmate Jane (well, technically more my landlady than a flatmate—seriously, who owns a triplex in London these days?...