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"What did you think you were doing, rapedoll?"
Before I could turn around fully, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, pinning me against the wall in the foyer.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, feigning innocence. But if I were being honest, this was exactly what I'd been hoping would happen the...

I hated the new pony. Hate hate hate.
Before she came, I was obviously Mistresses favourite. I'm the fastest and most graceful pony she owns, so it's natural she'd give me the most attention. Her other ponies accepted that a long time ago.
None of them are bitter about it. We're a herd, and I'm natu...

It had been about six months since she had first met Donnie. The conversation started online and then they met, just once, before he went off for a five-month rotation on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico. Their conversations were mostly chat on WhatsApp, but every once in a while he would get t...

Chapter 41: Ambush
Amari readied her spear. A jackak jumped at Corantin, but a swift thrust by the catgirl ended its attack in failure. The owl faced dog fell on the ground, spasmed a few times, and then stopped moving, dead.
While it happened, Corantin had teleported his whirlwind blades. Then befo...

Chapter One: The Encounter
It started like any other night out.
Carol had been in New York for work, meetings, late nights, bad coffee. She almost didn't go to the bar. But the city had a pulse she couldn't ignore, and something in her ached for a little chaos.
She picked a hotel lounge with soft li...

Lynn stomped to her car after the elevator doors opened. She nearly dinged the vehicle beside her as she threw open the driver's side door, but held it back in time. She slammed it shut after she sat and checked her face in the mirror.
The red mark of Deb's slap on her cheek burned like a brand, but...

It was nearly midnight when I finally said it. Not blurted--offered. Like a gift. Like a confession.
"I need you to know how far I'd go for you," I told him, my voice trembling just enough to betray how long I'd rehearsed it. "I'm yours, if you want me. Not just in words. In everything."
He watched ...

"You're going to sit there baby, and you're going to watch."
This was the last thing she was expecting when I messaged her. The text message was simple.
"Be at my place tonight at 8pm. Do not be late. Wear the black harness set, and undress as soon as you get into the house. Do not be late."
As alwa...

She only realized it wasn't her room after the door clicked shut behind her.
Same floor. Same layout. Same cold air-conditioning and too-bright lamp. But it wasn't hers.
It was his.
And he was already stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, water still clinging to his chest. They locked...

Home for dinner


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Sara

If there was one thing Sara prided herself on--other than her cum laude thesis and the eighteen months of sleepless nights it had cost her --it was her ability to remain stone-cold in any situation. Calm. Controlled. A master of the unreadable expression, the measured bre...

He knew she was ovulating this week, so he planned out a special surprise for her. One that he knew she was going to love. He stuffed handcuffs, lube, a butt plug, and a gag into his backpack before shoving it in the car and running upstairs to get her.
She jumped when he tapped her shoulder. "Geez,...

This. This, this.
This is the central fact of her existence now. Not the actual beating, so much as the fact that they both know that he can beat her. That he will beat her, whenever he feels like it. That whenever he wishes, despite her desperation not to be whipped, she will present herself, naked...

you have been doing such a masterful job of being adored by so many and being so indifferent to me tonight. i keep feeling your eyes on me, but each time i turn to look at you, you are always looking elsewhere. i have been on the edges all night, talking to various people before casually moving on t...

He carries me through the door of our bedroom, black silk draped across my bare legs, tall black heels in the air.
He has a look of complete desire in his eyes, hes been waiting and been teased all day.
My black nails scratching his skin throughout the day, my lips nibbling his ear, his neck.
My har...

This story stands alone, but it is also the final part of a trilogy:
It's Not My Kind of Thing and
It's Not My Kind of Thing ch. 2


"I think I love you"
She smirked and shushed me. "You love getting out of your cage is what you love," she answered. "Not that I blame you, I'm very good with my hands...

-- CHAPTER SEVEN --
A few months later, Gerry was working late on a big project almost every evening and on Saturdays. Tammi decided to join a friend in Dallas in a big Saturday shopping day. She drove to Dallas on Saturday morning and met her friend at a restaurant in a major shopping center. They ...

Following saving Lucy and bringing her to safety, see a Night on the Fells. After a sleep we set out on a further adventure.
I was awake first, to a glorious day, the sun was streaking the room with brilliance. The perfect day to take a young lady up Dikney. I brewed some tea and made a sandwich whi...

Continued from part 1
I had no idea how long I was in the box. The only sounds I heard were the rumbling of the truck I was being transported in. I slept but I don't know how long. I sipped on the tube and discovered that the CamelBak was filled with chicken broth. Apparently Daddy knew I'd be trave...

Introduction:
They weren't best friends.
Just classmates. Neighbors.
A floor apart. A few late night messages away from crossing every line.
It started with a dare.
A horny little app.
A "truth or DM" challenge no one took seriously until she sent the first video with his name on her lips.
Now, Stef...

Blushing furiously as I felt the whispering touch of the marker pen on my bare ass cheeks, I wondered what was being written, and by whom. Of course the crowd of onlookers couldn't tell I was blushing, because my head was enclosed in a sort of metal head mask. It was locked tightly on my head with a...

I did something that would make my mother clutch her pearls so hard they'd turn to dust. For my 24th birthday, instead of the wine tasting my friends planned, I arranged something different. I've always played it safe; I didn't drink until I was 20 so I was boring in high school. I didn't fuck until...

Turning the handle, Angela slowly opened the door and led Charlie into the room. The brightness of the lighting meant he had to squint as she pulled him into the room, the tiled floor feeling quite cold against the soles of his feet. He looked around at the sterile looking room, almost like a hospit...

He pretended to struggle, lazily wiggling underneath her and letting his hand slip through the rope lasso she had formed. She shot him an annoyed look and forcefully pinched his cheeks with her hand.
"Cal, Stop it! Listen to me, just hold still..." She looped the rope around his left wrist once more...

I was an 18-year-old high school graduate, and all I wanted to do was join the army. I had my fill of school. I needed a break from studying, classrooms and homework, and I wanted to do something different and exciting. I wanted to enlist army and become a paratrooper - maybe even go to the Ranger R...

This is part 2 in the Loverly series, it can be read independently, but for more perspective on Will and Laurel's relationship, you should read the rest. Feedback always appreciated.
**All I want is a room somewhere**
Will and Laurel looked like an unlikely couple. She was almost 19, lanky and skinn...

The silence of the small room was complete.
Jade lay on her side on the narrow bed, careful to avoid putting pressure on her bruised ass. Her hands rested lightly in front of her, and her eyes slowly scanned the space that now belonged to her. The mattress beneath her was firm, the pillow thin, But ...

I was working in the kitchen, cleaning up from the breakfast I'd just served my Mistress. As usual, I mentally reviewed how the morning had gone, to see if there was any way I could have improved my service. I think I'd done well serving Her. She'd seemed pleased eating Her eggs and avocado toast wi...

The handjob from hell... I'm kidding, of course. Or, well... perhaps more like being a little playful. At the end of the day you're reading this for pleasure, but pleasure can come in many different hues. Sometimes it's gentle, sometimes it's comforting, sometimes it's rough and dramatic, and someti...

Author's note:
This is a male Dom story. Read the tags for types of things that will happen.
Comments and votes help me decide which story themes to write next.
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The thirty-year-old, Asian American woman sat in traffic. Her commute home from work seemed twice as long on Fridays. Her mind was pre...

First four are on our first full year as a couple, culminating in her willing submission to various forms of discipline in role-play, mainly by some serious spanking during our hot holiday on a nudist beach on the isle of Corsica back in '77. Next Spring and Summer we spent again with study breaks i...