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He sat in his car for thirty-seven minutes before starting the engine. The leather seat was cool against his back. His shirt stuck in places he didn't remember sweating. The collar mark still lingered on his neck.
He didn't need a mirror to find it. He reached up and touched it. Once. Then again.
The phantom pressure of her fingers still hummed beneath the skin. The curve of the collar. The sound it made when it buckled into place. The way she looked at him right after--like she'd claimed what was alr...

Jay enters the NY building and sits at the bar. He orders a drink and also asks for a red napkin. The bar tender winks at him and places his drink of apple whiskey on top. He politely thanks the women in black for her quick service and sips his drink. She leans on the counter and her ample breasts are just peaking over the red shirt. She stays like that and talks to him as if searching for information on him. She is soft spoken and very pretty so his attention is all on her. She knows this and, in the mirro...

I met my Mistress five months ago. I was looking for someone to date and have fun with, friends with benefits. I was not looking for a Mistress, a year and a half ago, I escaped a very abusive BDSM relationship. Well, an abusive relationship disguised as a BDSM relationship. I was gun-shy and afraid to let anyone have any kind of control over me again. I still will not allow someone to control me financially, and I have no intention of moving in with anyone anytime soon. I am a full-time student and I work,...

My hands were cuffed together between my legs and again to the cross beam of the chair, forcing me to bend over with my face angled down to the floor staring at the carpet. A bright red ballgag filled my mouth, drool pouring out from behind sliding down my smooth rubber-clad body. Between my boots sat my computer, on it an Ample's RubberHouse video. The poor boy on screen was covered from head to toe in rubber and wearing a muzzle underneath his dog hood. Tightly bound in a straightjacket his erect cock spr...

Roommate to Submissive Sisters 2
As usual having read the first chapter makes this chapter much clearer and more rewarding.
I hope the instructor didn't cover anything important during that class period. The stud I had a crush on all semester had just invited me to lunch. All of my usual schemes had not got me anywhere with him, giving him my phone number, my email address, actually calling him for help I didn't need in the class. Yet he turned and chatted with me every single time in that class but s...

I'd like to thank LylaPayne for helping with getting rid of my massive misspellings, Thanks very much
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Day 5
I woke up realizing I was alone in the room. Got up and went to the bathroom, after showering, shaving, and brushing my teeth I went out to the living room. No one was there either. "Good morning." I heard from behind me, I turned around. It was Victoria, but she was stark naked, shaved between her legs, not like yesterday. I didn't know what to s...

Now available to everyone, this additional chapter of 11k words with a series of Megan's POVs, which take place between chapter 23 and 24 of the story.
Megan's Pov 1
- May I know why you didn't wake me up? -
I couldn't help but kick Victoria's face once again. Why is it that when it seemed that everything was going well, Victoria always took a step back? Yet this time I thought that the small rebellious soul inside her had finally been defeated. Victoria had seemed totally submissive to my will in ...

I stood alone in the doorway after you left, one hand pressed to the wall as if I might steady the ache that followed you out. I had wanted to touch you as badly as you wanted to be touched. But it wouldn't be appropriate for me to give myself fully to you.
It wasn't kink that brought me here. It was exhaustion. I was onstage one day, delivering clean, calibrated answers to a ballroom full of men who nodded like they understood me. But only one of them did, Nathaniel....

He places his neat stack of fifties in the safe. Always appreciative of a nice visual, she brought her bet money in various denominations for a slightly larger pile, though equal in value.
"Are you expecting me to celebrate my win at the strip club?" he teases.
"I want you to fuck me on a pile of my winnings," she corrects. They both know bragging rights are the true prize though....

*bzzzz* *bzzzz*
The rhythmic vibrating of his phone jolted Adam awake. He could see the sun was already high in the sky as he rolled over and picked up his phone. When the clock flashed 12:14, he was actually a bit surprised. He hadn't slept in that much in years. However, the real surprise came when he saw the notification for a text message....

Marcus White had never known luxury. Not in the way it draped itself across penthouse walls, or whispering with silk and shining like sin. His earliest memories were of a different kind of wealth. It was the smell of mildew in narrow hallways, the sound of sirens slicing through the night, and the taste of powdered milk and cheap ramen. The wealth of survival and grit. He grew up on the South Side of Chicago, in a neighborhood that did not bother pretending. Everything was out in the open--guns, drugs, brui...

"Bye bye Paris", Mrs Stella texted. "Off to the sea! Do you remember these babies?"
Another Tarantino alike snap entered my phone whilst having breakfast, showing Mrs Stella's long legs on the dashboard with her feet covered in black glossy stiletto heels. The reflection of them in the windscreen revealed worn off red soles that indeed looked familiar. About a year ago in an apartment in Warsaw, I was nervously kneeling naked in the entrance hall with an envelop in my mouth, waiting as instructed. The so...

Sleep. It was an elusive thing at just the most inconvenient of times. Well, really, basically all the time. John told her it was because of her naps, but frankly, Addison didn't buy that. The naps kept her sane and able to handle the lower sleep amounts. And it wasn't like it was technically all that large of an issue. If she had an eight-to-five like John, sure. But she just did art on the side and kept their house in tidy order. So her hours were really decided by her....

The weight of his hand on my throat nearly made me smile. I wasn't supposed to smile. Fear was what he was after, but he simply didn't evoke that from me.
I trusted him.
He guided me back against the wall beside my bedroom, his grip firm and gait steady. An attempt at stoicism was made, but one corner of his lips curved upward, and his eyes seemed full of lust as he held my gaze and tightened his hand....

Reading with My Body
Before there were lovers, there were books.
And before there were books, there was that place--a small patch of carpet beside my bed, the comforter draped over my head like a tent, a flashlight wedged against my collarbone. The bulb ran hot. The batteries dimmed too fast. But I didn't care. That halo of flickering light was mine. Sacred. Secret. The words inside it felt like something I shouldn't have--but took anyway....

Disclaimer and info:
The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.
Descent of the MC is accompanied by suspicion too.
If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this series is not for you.
If you like things to evolve fast, you still may want to look for another story....

Dakota
"So Dakota, I think everyone has the same question; what was it like filming this movie? I mean, it's pretty different from what you've done in the past."
"Well, I like to think I'm a good actress. I mean, I didn't only play Princess Jewel all those years; there's three other movies I managed to squeeze in there and none of them were period pieces," Dakota said....

I shiver when you tug at my leash and slowly see your chair push back. I crawl between your thighs and look up at you, as you take my chin in your hands and brush the hair from my eyes. You smile as you see your drying cum still all over my face.
"Daddy needs to check how wet these naughty videos are making you baby girl," you tell me as you stroke my hair. "Rise baby and stand before me." You tug my leash and my legs wobble a bit as I stand for the first time in awhile....

Hello readers.
Like some of my others this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology. This time we have machine bondage, nonconsent, futanarization, body modification, mental corruption and large insertions.
Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
A bit of an interlude before we start another day on the Farm. Enjoy.
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Clair had almost regained control of her emotions and, as Fred sat her on the porch swing, looked up at him with love and simply said "Thank You!" Fred wasn't sure if she was thanking him for her afternoon walk, or for carrying her to the po...

All the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This series involves some things that I have done with my subs and slaves in real life. This story is just written for entertainment purposes. I hope you guys will enjoy it.
This story is from a few years back, where one of my readers expressed her desire to help her explore this BDSM lifestyle by being a Master Dom to her, and I was more than happy to help her out to explore this BDSM lifestyle and make you her my slave....

Part 2: Conditioning Begins
Later that afternoon, while Heather was getting ready for happy hour, her phone buzzed with a message from Amber.
Amber: "You wearing something tight tonight? Let him imagine the attention you're getting. Make sure he knows you're the hottest one at the bar."
Heather: "Emerald green dress -- it's definitely tight. Open-toe nude high heels too. You think that'll drive him crazy enough?"...

I'm up late, packing for a long weekend trip with my boyfriend, Aaron. We recently moved in together after a year of playing house, and he's become much stricter as my Daddy.
It's been addicting slipping up on our protocols, knowing I'll get pulled over Daddy's lap by my ear, wrist, or a fistful of hair. I'm usually obedient, but the proximity and strictness feeds into my restless, needy side. He was on the feedback loop with me, spoiling me with creative, sadistic scenes that reset me for a few days unt...

BEVERLY'S THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY

Beverly Smith met William Rutherford in her twenty-fourth year. It was not in her plans to get married early. She had finished college with a boring but profitable accounting degree. After all, her father owned a successful accounting firm and she was assured of a dull, but profitable accounting career that would end up with her owning the business....

Chapter 4: Failure
This time the bed wasn't completely foreign to her. She had woken up in this bed before. Chloe remembered doing so weeks ago; she also remembered what happened the night before. The pleasure she felt, the things she was made to do. She wanted it all again. She wanted to wake up in this bed, to wake up every morning having had the kind of night she just had. Is it possible? Could it happen? Would he let her?...

"You were made to feel powerless," he whispered. "Because that's what makes me powerful."
And he smiled--not cruelly, not kindly.
But like a man who had everything he'd ever wanted, right where he wanted it.
You don't remember anything before this, Summer, because there was nothing before this. Nothing that mattered. I gave you the moment you opened your eyes. I gave you function. Shape. Purpose....

Penelope
Sebastian and I laid there for a little while in post orgasm bliss before he said he wanted some coffee.
"At your service Master," I said as I peeled off him. He groaned and watched me with sharp eyes.
"Do you have any costumes?"
I turned around in the space between my doorway and the bed, blinking at him....

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Thursday
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Carmen went to bed desperately wanting to cum again. It took her ages to go to sleep and then her dreams had been nonstop sex. She woke up a few times, wanting to give herself an orgasm. But, was instantly thwarted by the leather shorts padlocked into place blocking all access to her pussy....

In the Rough - The Chronicles of the Diamonds Prince
Chapter 19 -- The Big Reveal
Content warning: strong language, graphic sexual content
The Gala was tonight, the true grand opening party of the new storefront. Nix was now standing behind Declan in front of Mistress's full body mirror, preparing to take the bandage off his newest art. He made Declan close his eyes as He peeled back the gauze and wiped the jewels gently with sterile solution. He'd been very careful to not let Declan see it; He'd b...

As it turned out, I didn't tell him why he was locked for a month.
When I returned home I told him we were both locked for a month. He didn't question why and I didn't offer up that I sacrificed his orgasms for my own.
I thought I would feel guilty.
I didn't.
After passing out on that last orgasm I would offer to keep him locked for a year if I could feel that way again....