Of course, it’s going to hurt. It wouldn’t be effective if it didn’t now, would it? Marla shook her head. She was forbidden to speak and wouldn’t dare make this day worse than it was proving to be. Of course, she was the one who had asked for this day, actually dared him to do this day. Bet you’d break before I did if you ever got the guts enough to give me a whole day of punishment! Lately, you've been all talk and no ac...

“Say it again!” he demanded. But I couldn’t answer, as his fingers slid through my slick, swollen folds, plunging inside my tight cunt. I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside, the very tips rubbed against that glorious bundle of nerves. Grinding against his hand, my need peaked. “Don’t make me ask again,” he growled, claiming my lips, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers. Pressing...

Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, especially when she has that urge to be totally possessed by the man of her dreams. Omar had been ignoring me for weeks. Okay, he was really busy with work, but he promised to be my dominant and as such, he has a certain responsibility, right? I figured it was time to remind him of that. To begin, I packed a backpack with some of our favorite toys and supplies. Then, I carefu...

At first there was total darkness... Then she felt him lower her onto the cool table. It was so hard under her back that she knew this wouldn't be comfortable. Annie didn't want comfort and though he was easy with her moments ago, she knew things were about to change greatly. She remained perfectly still for him, for her Master, able to hear the chains above her head jingle some as he prepared them. He then took her left...

I’ve never wanted to be leashed. It’s on my Soft No list – something I MIGHT try, but with no guarantee I’ll want to continue with it. Somehow, even though in true BDSM fashion, I know the sub is leashed only with her or his consent, it just seemed demeaning to me. Nonetheless, Ard Ri’ requested that we try one evening – at home with just the two of us – a naked/leashing experiment. I trust him implicitly, so I agreed, kn...

I’m the female product of a marriage between an Indian mother and an English father. My parents divorced when I was seventeen and I stayed with my mother until I was nineteen. I remained at school and got a couple of A-level passes before joining the local office of a major insurance company. At school, I was nominally a Christian (to my mother’s annoyance). As I grew up, my mother became more and more frustrated by the E...

My improbable adventures in sexual domination started completely without warning, on a Saturday night a couple years after college. I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, with my arm around my best friend, Rachel, who was sobbing into my favorite Renaissance Faire cloak. “This is pathetic,” she said, sitting up, blowing her nose, and putting her glasses back on. She had done this three times already — said something...

“Mr. Carlson, please. Please don’t make me,” begged Lily pathetically. They were both in her supply closet, minutes before class was set to begin. “Now, now,” scolded Tyler, relishing his position of power, “You said it yourself. What is your number one job as an art teacher?” “To inspire my students,” said Lily, her voice muffled by the hands covering her face. “We both know that the painting unit you’ve been teaching ha...

Lily Uden checked the roster of her new class once again. She knew in the back of her mind that this last-minute schedule change should have made her furious. These students on the list were all Senior boys in their last semester of school. They had all failed her class previously and had nearly all been terrible troublemakers in class. She should have been filled with dread and annoyance. So why was she filled with… nerv...

“Hmmm…” said the young, blond teacher, putting her hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. She was standing in front of a crude painting of a man holding a football, and Tyler Carlson stood nervously to the side. He was close to passing, and if Miss Uden was merciful, then he would earn his credit and stay on the football team. Miss Uden’s flashing green eyes turned to Tyler, her lip slightly curled up into a...

Naked and restrained upon a hard, bare chair, her body is warmed by the late day sunlight peeking through the only window in the room. She awaits their return, knowing well the pain and pleasure that will be hers after nightfall. Sweet nectar already seeps from her crevice in anticipation of her complete surrender to the agony and ecstasy ahead. She always promises herself not to return, yet she does. Her body and lust re...