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Claudia sat up early, feeling the weight of the day settle on her even before she moved. Without thinking, she grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt she found neatly folded in the wardrobe. She dressed quickly, her movements mechanical, as if the clothes were the only thing she could control....

Chapter 57: When He Wrote Me From Spain
"It wasn't a plea. It wasn't nostalgia. It was a letter of gratitude—from a man who once knelt at my feet, now standing on foreign soil with a full heart." — Mistress Staci
The envelope was cream-colored. Thick paper. Foreign stamp.
No return address, but I knew the handwriting instantly....

Chapter Ten
Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.
"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"...

The following Monday was the first hot day of spring. After my morning meeting, I was back in my office with my top three buttons undone, my sleeves rolled up, and my stocking feet up on my desk. My assistant, Molly, had cracked the window just before I got back so that sweet, cool air now washed over us. Molly was standing on the other side of the desk, holding up one of my shoes and brushing it dry with a rag. The other sat dirty on a sheet of newspaper spread out on the desk between us, beside an unopene...

"My New Year's Resolution is that I am giving up on dating this year." Mel's hand was held high holding her third bramble of the night. It was nearly half gone.
It had been a bad year for Mel. She had been cheated on by two different guys. The first one had both a wife and another girlfriend. That was fun to sort out. She had known that the second was bi. Hell, it's one of the reasons she had been attracted to him. She didn't know that the first one was. When she found the two of them in bed together she...

Hello lovely readers,
This one is lighter than my usual work, and consentual -- more of a suggestive story to whet your appetite than the usual feast of debauchery. If you're looking for the usual explicit sex and NC villainy, you might want to skip this one. On the other hand, it's quick, and pretty hot in its own way. Let me know what you think....

Moving was stressful. Managing a crisis and robbery was stressful. Training a surprise apprentice was stressful. Dating two people was stressful. And managing it all at once? Yeah, that was stressful. Add in the nerves of moving in with those two people meant Thistle was a cauldron ready to boil over. So, she had never been more thankful for the pack....

In the lounge I gulped the wine down in one go and handed the glass back to Dan. 'More, please babe.'
As he went off to the kitchen I sat back on the big soft cushions of the sofa and got back into my porno whore pose with my knees up by my ears and probed my cunt a bit to see how sore to the touch it was. Pretty sore, but not too bad. Another hour from Dan's big hand should improve that....

Chapter 6
The next time I saw M was at a local pub she'd asked me to meet her at.
Not the posh kind with craft beers and weirdly expensive snacks. This one had a sticky carpet, the smell of old wood varnish mixed with stale ale and faint chip fat, and one of those fruit machines wheezing in the corner like it was dying a slow death, or maybe that was just the bloke feeding it his week's wages with a glazed look in his eyes....

**Author's Note.**
Here's my attempt at a kinky power exchange story. We all know us Brits basically invented the whole disciplined at boarding school thing, right?
I wanted to explore what happens when class structures get flipped on their head behind closed doors. Like the proper aristocratic lady who's always bossing everyone around but secretly fantasizes about being dominated. And the working class Irish guy who's sick of being pushed around by toffs but finds it hot when a posh woman begs him to...

Chapter 54: I Let Him Go, and She Pulled Me Close
"He left my home with gratitude. She stayed in my bed with fire. And I... I remained exactly who I've always been: a woman who gets what she wants." — Mistress Staci
His last morning was quiet.
He made tea. Pressed my robe. Kissed my wrist before placing the key on the table....

Donnie and Mel just spent a weekend swapping with Lyn and Tess, and they have plans to meet in just over a week at the Visser's villa in the Alps.
The story is set in July of 1992
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(Donnie's POV)
What do you do after spending a weekend swapping with a gorgeous couple from the Netherlands who want you back at their mountain resort in a week - give all your attention to your one-year-old boy - and the neighbors you haven't seen in a few weeks....

This actually follows A Day at the Fair rather than Losing @ Poker 6.
Following our adventures at the fairground on our last day of Fiona and I being slaves to Chris, he first soaked us in the garden before fucking us.
The smell of barbecues from the neighbours had made us hungry so we ordered a delivery of Chinese food. As this was our last day of service to Chris we dressed in his favourite lingerie, based around sexy bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders and that is how we answered the door to th...

**Part 2: Earning Her Place**
** Section 1: The Truth Will Out**
There had been thirteen of them to start.
Thirteen hopefuls, kneeling in Zelena's atrium--bare, trembling, eyes lowered. All genders. All ages. All desperate to belong. Zelena had paced before them in heels that echoed like gunshots, wearing a white bodysuit and nothing else....

Thank you for choosing my story! I would love any and all feedback!
All characters in the story are 18+
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I was at the club with my friends, dancing to IDGAF and screaming the lyrics like an anthem as the bass thumped through my chest.
I didn't just look hot tonight, I felt it. In my pink halter-neck mini dress with an open back, silver heels, and my favorite lipstick, I knew I was turning heads. I usually don't like the attention but today was different. I felt loose happy and bolder than u...

A Somewhat True Story...
My wrists and ankles were bound with rope and the whipping had been in progress for several minutes. And with each blow of the the multiple leather tails I cried out in pain/pleasure--although my Dom had warned me to keep my "noise" muted down. The apartment walls were thin and his neighbors might hear. So I tried to remember and abide by this with each blow. It was difficult. I loved the pain and wanted to shout out my joy at receiving it....

**Author's Note**
Cheers for the feedback. Here's more of Eleanor sorting out the posh twats at Thornbridge. More class stuff, more discipline, more stockings.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are adults (18+). Sebastian Carrington-Wright turned 18 in September at the start of his final year as Head Boy. This work contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences only....

Background: This is short story that i wrote for my Wife/Goddes and it retells an afternoon delight with her that took place in our home. i wanted her to visualize what occurred through my eyes. Please be respectful with your comments, and if you can't be, please move on. Thought I would share this memory with like minded people. Hope you enjoy......

A few years ago I started fooling around with a guy who helped me explore fantasies and kinks I didn't know I had. You know how that can happen with some people? How somehow you can become more yourself through building a relationship with them? Well this guy, we'll call him B, was great for me in a lot of ways, I slept deeply next to him at night, he helped me get back into reading, and, oh, yeah, the sex was killer....

(I am still active, but moving to a new home and illnesses had done a number on me, 30+ story drafts are waiting. This story is inspired by the ERPG Justicar by Shirabaru like the predecessor)
"A glorious new day has arisen, and there are butts to spank!"
This line of thought went through A'dalet's mind as she cutely yawned, her almost childlike face stretching as her tiny dark elven mouth opened: she was quite petite and her features were the cutest of the monstergirls in Dunia. Despite her tyrannica...

Daddy arrives at my house sometimes, late at night. I never know what night he may choose to grace me with his presence and if I'm asleep he'll quietly walk away and go to one of his others, leaving a token on my doorstep so I know I missed him. That's only happened to me once and I'll never let it happen again....

She had him tied down on the bed, arms above his head, legs spread wide, naked. His athletic but not overly muscular frame and large build struggled against the restraints as she massaged and tormented him rubbing the massage oils deep into his skin matting his chest and leg hairs in the warming oil as she spread it all along his body making sure to rub and linger on every part of him except his very hard drooling erection. It was a rare occasion where they switched and he was in charge for the night....

During a period of editing I received an email enquiry about Rachel, to cut a long email short someone wanted to purchase her. Following a series of emails between myself and Rachel's potential new owner a figure was agreed a tasty £1.2m and this included shipping.
By now both Rachel and Linda were caged inside the waiting room, and they had been there for a couple of days, I'm not sure if they were pleased to see me but to be honest I didn't care. 'Rachel' I said 'your time here has come to an end, I'm ...

Arrival
The young man waited at the door of the surprisingly grand house. He had felt out of place driving his beaten-up car up the sweep of the gravel drive, and now he didn't know what to expect. He would have felt nervous and self-conscious on the best of days. This was not the best of days.
Sarah. She was the reason he was here. Beautiful, vivacious, unapologetically kinky. And very much out of his league. She had coaxed him to wear a chastity cage on their second date. When he arrived wearing it ...

The halls were quiet with the night's stillness, with the moon shining in through the scattered windows along the right side of the hallway. Suddenly a woman's shriek broke the silence like a shattered glass.
Immediately the hall lit up with several servants running down the hallway and to their Queen's bedroom. A door opened and a slave asked the passing female servant "Again?" They didn't answer, just nodded as she ran past. The slave shut the door and cursed to himself....

Submissive in Surrey


Chapter 8


Offer and Acceptance

"I want you to work for me."
The words hung in the air. I became aware of every tiny sensation I would normally perceive only dimly. The cold, perspiring glass I was holding; the slight fragrance of the gin; the bitterness of the tonic water clinging to my tongue; the sound of the evening rain, pattering on the window; and even my own breathing. The background had become foreground....

Chapter 51: My Submissive Husband and the Woman I Loved
"They never competed. She never knelt. He never touched. And somehow, it worked—because I remained the sun around which they turned." — Mistress Staci
It wasn't traditional. But neither was I.
He knew his place. She never asked for one....

Chapter Four
In fact, in the position she had left me in, I could not even lie down but had to crouch, arms extended slightly outwards and upwards. After half an hour or so, I was feeling the strain and I tried half-standing up for a while but that soon cramped my thighs while I started to realise that I needed to go to the toilet again. Her words came back to me and I knew that she would punish me if she found any evidence of doing so but I could not work out any way that I could move so that I could di...

1. Mary learns about control
Mary woke that morning feeling horny. She was at home alone, as her husband Dan had left to get breakfast for them both. She thought about getting ready for when he came back home, but if she was being honest with herself another idea was coming to her.
Dan had previously given her a special box of "vouchers" as he called them. They were contained in a lovely presentation box, with a variety of different offers. There were a number of romantic suggestions, such as a meal i...

Jennifer flopped down on the couch with a sigh, letting her hair out of its tight ponytail. It had been another long day at work, running around making coffee for a series of people with wildly unrealistic expectations for her productivity. If one more jackass with a bluetooth headset snarked that it couldn't possibly take twenty minutes to make a latte, she swore she would put a dent in his face....