“Cathy, what are you doing?” “It’s been too long, Sandra,” “You can’t… Ohhh, Cathy! I’ve missed you!” “Like it, do you?” “I’d forgotten how fucking devious your feet are.” “I thought you might need reminding.” “Not here!” “No? Why not?” “Because we’re getting looks!” “Where then?” “I–I don’t know.” “How about my flat?” “I can’t!” “No, of course not! Coffee’s finished, Sandra. I have to go.” “I’m fucking soaking, Cathy! Yo...

“Sarah, it’s for you.” I picked up the phone. “Hi, this is Sarah.” “Sarah, it’s Tom, how are you?” “Oh, hi Tom, I’m great thanks,” and I was. I could confidently say I had never felt better in my entire life. We talked business for a short while, everything was going well, and he was pleased. “What are you doing Friday night?” “This Friday?” “Yes, sorry, it's late notice. I’ve been invited to a drinks party, wondered if y...

On my way home, my phone buzzed. It was a message from a number I did not recognise. “Hi Sarah, this is Charlie, got your number from Ben. Can’t believe you saw him without me!” I was laughing as I typed my reply. “I just bumped into him by accident!” “You did more than bump into him! LOL. He’s been like a dog with two dicks!” I laughed again. Fuck, what a couple of hours that had been. He had suggested a quick drink afte...

Paula had just returned home from her routine well-baby checkup. Her baby was on schedule for delivery in eight weeks. She told the good news to both Maurice and Danielle. Maurice just smiled, and Danielle gave her a short kiss. She then told them that during the day, she received an email from the dominatrix, Mistress Raven. The same mistress that started their travels into their FLR and cuckolding. That Raven was lookin...

After taking it up the “hoo-ha” from Lizzie’s boyfriend, I wondered if she might finally have had her fill of tormenting me. Those fears were quickly extinguished when she approached me a week later. Focused on her blog, as well as accommodating her followers, Lizzie started to show up with very specific demands for me. They often included props, increasingly ones that were inserted into my anus, as well as particular phr...

The Fourth ChallengeAs we recover from the intense frustration of the last challenge, my Dom steps forward, his eyes gleaming with a new level of sadistic amusement. “It’s time for the next challenge, you desperate little sluts,” he says, his voice dripping with menace. We are both still dripping wet, our pussies slick with a mixture of saliva and our own natural lubrication from the previous challenge. The air is thick w...

The Third Challenge As we remain in the 69 position, our bodies still trembling and slightly out of breath from the torment of our near-orgasm experiences, the air thick with the scent of our arousal, my Dom begins to explain the next challenge. His voice is laced with sadistic amusement, and his eyes flash with delight as he delivers the rules. “Since both your pussies are such a dripping mess,” my Dom begins, his voice...

The Second Challenge As we both try to catch our breath, my Dom steps forward, his commanding presence filling the space as he begins to explain the next challenge. “For the second challenge,” he starts, his voice calm yet laced with cruel anticipation, “you will position yourselves in a 69 position, facing each other’s dripping wet little pussies.” His smirk widens as his eyes flick between us, savoring the flush of arou...

The Set-Up The room is dimly lit, as I’m nervously waiting. I'm kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but my white stockings with high heels, a lace collar around my neck and my princess plug nested deep inside my tight little asshole as a constant reminder of my submission to my Dom. I’ve never done anything like this before, and everything feels so new—so foreign, yet intoxicating. I’ve only recently begun to learn wha...

Friday EveningArrival at the Dominatrix House The drive to Isabel's house felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a shockwave of frustration through me, a reminder of the week-long denial I’d endured at my Dom’s command. My heart raced as I shifted in my seat, the tight black mini dress I wore clinging to my body, emphasizing the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve the relentless ache b...