Time was passing quickly, and it was now more than two weeks since I had had any sexual release. I was almost crawling up the wall in desperation. Bluebelle held the physical key to my cage, but it was possible that Abigail controlled the metaphysical one. I had to persuade Abigail to convince her girlfriend that I needed to be unlocked, just for a short while. The opportunity came as I was painting the landing. Abigail c...

With every passing day, Elizabeth found she was drawn to The Southside like a moth to a flame, and she’s fortunate that her work allows her the freedom to explore. No matter how hard she tries to resist it, she can’t. Bordering Strathbungo is Shawlands, a bustling area with excellent coffee shops, bistros and pubs. One afternoon, whilst sitting alone listening to the birds twitter on the tree outside her bedroom window, s...

As I drove to his house, I felt the heat between my legs building. I squirmed in the seat, squeezing my thighs together, and I felt the slickness between my labia and a heavy throbbing ache. The mostly empty 2-lane road, straight for miles at a time and lined with intermittent scenes of featureless pastures or forest, encouraged my mind to drift. I thought about what had happened in our first session, and my thoughts kept...

With my sunglasses on, I paid no mind to Todd and slipped one hand inside my bikini top, teasing my nipple and squeezing the soft flesh. My other hand slid inside the bottoms, rubbing my bald mound and dipping a finger into my wetness. As he continued to cut the grass, Todd now kept his eyes on me. I did not acknowledge him as I removed my hand from inside my bikini bottoms and brought my wet fingers to my mouth. I licked...

The silence was worse than the teasing. At least when Eve was there, the torment had a shape: her voice, her skin, the cruel geometry of her body just out of reach. Now there was only the clock, counting minutes that stretched like taffy. Ben pulled at the silk cords for the dozenth time. They held with the same mocking give: enough slack to twist his wrists raw, not enough to do a goddamn thing about it. He tried not to...

I couldn’t breathe the second you stepped inside my apartment. The door clicked shut behind you, and the whole world narrowed to just us... me in that tiny black silk slip I’d bought just for tonight, the one that barely covers my ass and clings to every curve like it’s painted on, and you, towering over me with that dark, starving look in your eyes. My nipples were already tight little peaks pushing against the thin fabr...

My mistake with the widget codes had not only earnt me a spanking and a detention from Miss Taylor, but also a further five days locked in my cage. Moreover, this extension included a weekend, and I found that especially difficult to manage without seeing Miss Taylor and without being subjected to her rod of iron. And by the time I returned to the office on Monday morning, I was almost crawling up the wall with sexual fru...

Angelique had been a maid for years, hiring herself out for weekly maid service. She worked independently rather than part of a maid service company, which meant she kept all the money she earned, but also meant she had to find her own work, which she did. So she sought the wealthy men and women who could sustain her solo business. When her employers were rich wives, they would often be particularly fussy about her work,...