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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 to get some water or pause to mess with something on the table, but i never go towards you. oh sure, once i circle behind you, but i do not approach you....

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 hard nipples poking through my dress, the curve of my breasts peeking out the sides of the fabric....

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. Let's bring this guy to life."...

-- 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 spent the morning shopping together and returned to the same restaurant for lunch....

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 which I took it into the bedroom....

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 traveling long enough that I would need some nourishment. I tried to hold my bladder as long as possible but finally had to let go into my diaper....

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....

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 at least two locks, since earlier I'd heard the locks snap closed. The mask had only 2 small slits for my eyes, which severely limited my vision. Every once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of a male or female face...

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 I was in college, on my own, and could get on the pill (I grew-up in a small town with religious minded parents). I graduated from college and had a decent job and dated 'safe' guys....

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 hospital operating theatre. He noticed a bank of equipment behind a desk, some computers, and a large raised platform in the centre which looked to be covered in what looked to be black leather....

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, a slip knot was her go-to because of how quick and easy it was as well as her inexperience. She always left more rope marks on him than the other way around, partly because he never complains of the knots be...

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 Regiment! But my parents were adamant that I go to college. They said the army was a waste of time and a higher education was what would help me more in life. I was never the rebellious type, was scared to death o...

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 skinny, short shaggy hair bleached blonde by the sun, skin marked by unprofessionally done stick-and-poke tattoos. She had silver rings going through her nose (nostril and septum), and a silver bar in her eyebro...

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 for her, after the box, after ten days of sweat, filth, obedience, and pain... this felt like grace....

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 with coffee, water, and cranberry juice that I'd prepared for Her, as She casually scrolled Her phone....

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 sometimes... well, sometimes, it's like this. A little bit cruel. A little bit of giving up control. If that sounds like pleasure to you, then you may be interested in putting yourself in my hands. I'll take good care ...

Thanks to M for requesting this story.
Standing in the light of the old street lamp, a summer breeze ruffles Remy's slicked-back hair, pink except for a single grey stripe. The freshly-buzzed sides of their head tingle in the wind, sending a flash of excitement to Remy's core. This evening Remy feels so filled with wild and mischievous energy that they could squeeze it out of their fingertips, like drops of glitter. It is a mood that grew in them all day. Remy arranged their outfit to match the evening's...

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 preoccupied with a stunning dilemma....

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 in France, using holiday homes her folks temporarily owned....

Sexy Cousin my Demanding Dominatrix
Melissa is cousin Ryan's Dominatrix; he's her sexual slave.
"You! Yeah, you! All of you. Stand up," said Dominatrix Melissa.
I pointed at every man reading my story.
"I'm your Mistress, your Dominatrix," I said with authority.
With me now in control and calling all of the shots of every submissive man, I cracked my whip....

My name is Aki Nogano, and as a young girl I was like a mouse. Small, straight brown hair in pigtails, brown eyes. High pitched squeak of a voice. Barely a creature to be noticed. Always a little sickly as a child, in my early teens I fell seriously ill. For almost three years I was in a convalescent facility trying to regain my health and get stronger. By the time I had recovered it seemed the world had moved on from me....

The click of the camera echoed softly through the bedroom. Every corner was familiar, yet tonight it felt heavy with anticipation. I knelt where he placed me, the cool floor kissing my knees. My hands rested on my thighs, my back straight, chest lifted, eyes down.
"Good girl," he said, voice smooth....

It was a warm and sunny day back home, though that never stopped Salem from wearing all black. In a Bathory hoodie and black jeans with her messenger bag slung on her shoulder, she hummed a simple tune as she headed down the shaded walkway. Passing by various store fronts, she walked by a bearded guy hanging around outside the entrance of a comic store. Evidently some employee on break, he was leaning against the brick wall with his phone in one hand and an energy drink can in the other....

At 4:28 precisely, the alarm began to beep. Short, sharp tones echoed through the box, slicing through the silence. Then a calm, mechanical voice followed:
"Training begins in two minutes."
Jade stirred awake.
Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the familiar complete darkness pressing against her eyes, the same impenetrable black she had grown used to inside the sealed box. Despite the confinement, despite the stiffness from three days of immobility, she felt something surprising....

Hotel Bar Meetup: Saturday Afternoon


Dom

We are back at the hotel, and I told her to get ready. I gave her an outfit I picked up in the store; one from the back, I muse to myself with a slight smile on my face. I've always enjoyed the setup of one of my bondage rendezvous with a woman. It's methodical and meticulous and gets me in the right mindset. The systematic nature of ropes tends to immerse me in that mindset more effectively than other things, but my vixen isn't quite prepared for i...

Charlie Part 2
A week went by after Charlie's encounter with Miss Stewart, and he hadn't received a text from her. This was hugely disappointing as he was constantly fantasising about another session in her special room and reliving what happened when he lost his virginity to her in spectacular and kinky style....

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only.
Lucy hated wearing the puppy suit, but she had no choice as she crawled after the guards on their inspection.
The first cell they approached was a standard door with two circular breast slots. The prisoner inside, Holly, had her large bosom and small nipple bells dutifully hanging out, through the slots. When the guard slapped Holly's breasts, she quickly withdrew them from the slot and the sound of clattering chains and clicking heels could be heard fr...

The alarm on her phone went off again. Maribelle dashed across the room to shut it off and tripped over her cat Barnaby, who was not going to move from his spot in front of his food dish until something was done about its acute emptiness. Maribell groaned, and pushed herself up on her knees as the phone kept playing a catchy pop tune....

It was a long walk to the end of the dock. The early morning half-light made everything look monstrous, my skin prickled with goosebumps despite my effort to stay calm. I looked over to Franz, as he stared ahead stoically. He was dressed for the weather, high-collared sweater and trenchcoat. I wasn't used to being up this early, and had forgotten how long the mornings take to get warm, My windbreaker, blouse and pencil skirt were doing nothing against the chilly damp air. I suppressed a shiver....

My sister Alice has asked me to write my story. Daddy and she have posted their stories on this site and Alice feels that there are people that would be interested in it. Since I am a slave, Daddy contacted my Owner and got permission.
Growing up I was shy, quiet and submissive. I liked being in the background, serving, taking care of others. I hated those times when I was forced into some sort of leadership position....