Impact Stories

The room was a sanctuary of shadows, lit only by the flicker of candles that dripped wax onto polished mahogany. Elise knelt on the crimson rug, her wrists bound tightly behind her with black silk rope, the fibers biting just enough to remind her of her surrender. Her naked skin prickled in the cool air, nipples hardening as much from anticipation as the chill. The scent of leather and musk hung heavy, mingling with the f...

You were warned. How many times do we keep having to play the same game?  You love punishment and impact play but stil, I am the Dom. I am the one who sets the rules. While I am a Paternal Dom, and not sadistic by nature, there is only so far out of line you can be allowed to step. And so we find ourselves here. The coquettish grin on your face suggests to me that it's exactly where you knew and wanted that we would be.  ...

The cash machine was a monument to the departed amid a battleground of empty bottles and polystyrene boxes. Gemma groaned as she stood in a kebab, and managed to get her card in on the fifth or sixth try. She punched in her PIN through muscle memory alone. The lurid display informed her she had £3.47 left in her account. Not even enough for a burger, let alone a taxi. She sat down on the kerb started dialling Rob’s number...