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Sean pulled a seat up at the hotel bar and put his suitcase to one side. It'd been a long day and the only thing on his mind was a cold pint of Guinness.
The place was empty. There appeared to be no formal reception at this small establishment in this backwater part of the country known as Peterhead. He didn't care about that right now though. He'd ask for his room key later. All that mattered was to drown away the stresses of the day with the first gulp of a pint....

Agent Fatale : Payback
Sandra meets some old friends.
Dear readers, this is my first story in this language. There are 9 more parts in german language. Please be merciful if not every word could be translated correctly.
A short description:
Sandra Morales is the main character. She is 27 years and her perfect body is sufficiently described in the story. In her private life, she love her master Ron Dexter, an investment banker. Sandra is submissive to him. She likes to be humiliated and punished ...

Chapter 31: To claim a catgirl
Corantin was back in his dungeon admiring his latest catch. Amari had been put in the training room this morning and now had to wait with no information on who had brought her yet.
As per his instructions, at dawn, she had been forced to kneel on the floor. Then she was immobilized by a multitude of bindings. Her ankles were held by a spreader bar, and so were her knees ensuring she could not walk or stand up. For her upper body, her neck and wrists had been yoked. Final...

Sir didn't waste a second.
The cuffs came free with a few quick, practised motions--click, snap, release. Her arms dropped like dead weight, thudding limply to her sides. She sagged, too far gone to hold herself up. Her legs gave out.
But he was already there, catching her before she collapsed. Those broad hands caught her like they always did--calm, sure, steady. He held her a moment long enough to steady her swaying form, then he lifted her. Effortless....

This is the beginning of a shared journey between a Dom, his Alpha submissive, and their little sub--each bound by choice, by trust.
A lesson begins: how pain forges devotion, how obedience shapes desire, and how every bruise can become a crown.
This story is raw, consensual, and built on respect....

CAPTURED TO ORDER
I suddenly became aware of a change in my female companion's demeanour, as first she climbed upon my body, together with her own laying upon her large, luxurious bed. Sitting herself down on my chest, making it extremely difficult for me to move, let alone resist whatever she planned to do to me. Which was to spread my arms out, right to the edges, as if she intended to tie them to the bedposts of her upper solid bedframe. Totally unknown to me at this stage, that being EXACTLY what she...

As they left the tattoo shop, Amanda noticed that there were more people out now and everyone was starring at the blonde girl cuffed and on a leash. To make matters worse Beth stopped at the same coffee shop and stood in line holding the leash as she tried to decide what she wanted. Meanwhile Amanda whimpered hoping no one would recognize her. After Beth got her coffee, they were stopped by Rocco and two other men....

Chapter 36: The Men Who Wanted What He Had
"They didn't always understand it. But they felt it--my power, his devotion. And it stirred something they couldn't name."
-- Mistress Staci
Men noticed.
They didn't always know what they were seeing.
But they felt it--my presence, his submission, the way we moved together like something choreographed but completely natural....

So that's what I did, I washed my hair in a bowl of my piss, at the end with Master helping pour it as I leant to one side over the kitchen sink to keep it off my cum covered face. Then I just leant back against the worktop, piss streaming from my hair and down my body as my Master took some photos. I fucking loved it!...

THIRTY
'Revisit'
"Hey, Dad."
"Sweet."
"I'm a little later, but I'm on my way."
"Sure. OK. I wasn't worried."
"Yeah, I know, but..."
"Yeah."
"Well, I stopped in at Kraters' on the way home - pick up somma that Harrar."
"Cool. That'll be good."
"Well, yeah... "
"What's up, Sweet?"...

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I can only write if my Mistress allows it, so further updates and stories are up to her, not me. I am grateful that she given me permission to release this story.
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February 8th
It was a different master that woke me this morning. The Black Master. I was kind of awake already, but hadn't gotten out of bed.
He was less brusque than the other handlers. He even allowed me to give him a blowjob, which was a nice way of starting the morning. It did have the down side of me being the last bitch to be strung up for the morning shower, but no one seemed to care....

Dan would be home in 20 minutes or so, I thought through a fog of desire. Dan with his hairless body for me to explore, the cock cage and ball weights to play with, today's adventures to tell him about, and my photos to show him. And of course, the icing on the cake; the news that on Sunday I'd be out half the day getting fucked by complete strangers....

Chapter 33: When He Slipped--and I Corrected Him
"He wasn't perfect. But he was correctable. And that made all the difference."
-- Mistress Staci
He didn't fail often.
But when he did, I never ignored it.
I didn't yell. I didn't guilt. I didn't lecture.
I corrected.
Because even in a marriage as structured as ours--especially in a marriage like ours--he had moments of forgetfulness, pride, or emotional noise that needed quieting....

To remind you, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on for many more than that. There are some comments to the earlier chapters. My take-aways are a. People seem to enjoy the story so far. I will take their 'likes' as confirmation though many are silent and do not comment which to me is a weak endorsement. b. One reader appears to hate the word 'vulva,' which seems odd since that is the technical name for the genital region of a woman. I presume they are more fixated on slang li...

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
"Let's face it, Melanie... your life has grown dull," I muttered quietly to myself. Yes, I had a lucrative life, with a highly regarded career as a top sales representative. But that didn't currently make it any less dull. "Week after week, doing the same thing... I'm in a rut!" I complained. There was no one around to hear it, though, since I lived alone. Bored, I was looking through one of those free papers you see laying around in various places. I'd got...

Late.
Late. Late. Late.
They aren't supposed to be working on Saturday, but there's Monday's meeting and the other girl sprained her ankle. Impressively. She had just come from the girl's house to pick up paperwork and there were colors in her skin that weren't in a box of 64 count Crayola crayons....

Chapter Eight
Vespa was just about able to walk when the door was unbolted and the powerful figure of the black man stepped back inside the tiny shower room. He grasped her arm, fingers digging into the flesh and led her back down the corridor a little way then unbolted a door on the side.
"Time for you to join the others!" he chuckled as he pulled her inside and Vespa gasped as she saw the selection of steel cages and two huddled occupants....

Ever since Jason had invited her to semi-move in, Sylvia had been bouncing between being thrilled and being apprehensive. "Semi" move in meant that she had brought some clothes and personal belongings, but hadn't cleaned out her apartment or given her notice; the move was intended as something of an experiment, to see if their string of weekly dates could work as a longer-term relationship....

Chapter 7
I told her we would step out of our play while we had our meal and to dress in normal street clothes so she went back to her room. When she reappeared, gone was the elegant beauty from before and instead she was dressed in a pair of loose fitting sweets, trainers and a hoodie. I was disappointed but I had left her choice of dress up to her so we made our way to the restaurant....

"Experience and a few surprises it feels like."
Six fucking weeks is a long ass time to go without... well, fucking ass.
Alright, in the scheme of things, waiting out the full six weeks for my various piercings to heal isn't THAT bad, After all, it was only late spring and, in spite of a few warm days and one very hot outdoor adventure (Thank you again Ashley!), I wasn't missing much of the dating/hookup scene....

The feel of your fingertips tracing the soft curve of my lips is electric. Like every nerve in my body is connected to that single spot. So much so that I miss your words the first time. I do, however, notice the look of amusement followed by a stern lift of your brow.
My flush is instant and spreads over my cheeks, my nose, down my chest, to the top of my breasts....

Eve
Another week came and went. Scott ended his week of having to do extra housework. In truth I was slightly bored out of my mind. But I did enjoy the extra free time to do whatever I wanted to do rather than having to do the things that I had to do. We had planned for me to be naked while we played for the following weekend but we ended up getting busy and Scott was tired from work anyway. But, Scott still had it as a plan in his back pocket. He told me as much anyway....

Tomorrow I want you to think about how best to worship the throbbing problem you're causing me. What words to use. What makeup to wear. You said you like your lipstick. What's your best cock slurping lipstick or gloss? I need to know how you'd try to impress me before I can see how much re-education you need....

The door clicked open, and Celine stepped into the apartment dorm, the cool air brushing over her skin still damp from sweat. Her duffel bag hit the floor with a soft thud, and she ran a hand through her messy hair as she kicked off her sneakers.
It had been a long day--back-to-back classes, then a brutal workout session. Her muscles ached deliciously, but the thought of coming home to her suite and what was there kept her going....

I could see Rachel was pretty fucked off, wouldn't you be? Turn up for a modelling session get tied up then told its all fake, and that the rest of your life belongs to someone else. Yes she was pissed.
Rachel was tied to the Victorian pole, but now it was going to get interesting. I attached a vibrating dildo on a pole to the spreader bar, a bit of lube and the dildo slipped nicely into her pussy, next were some nipple clamps. After I had a good rub of her nipples I attached the clamps, these were pulle...

Chapter Eight
After recovering from her delightful orgasm, Ella stood up on shaky legs and surveyed her two slaves with some amusement as they lay exhausted on the floor. Despite her satisfaction with their efforts, she decided that she needed to punish Luke for coming before he was allowed and a small smile fluttered across her lips as she thought of a suitable way....

Chapter Three
I awoke stiff and sore after an uncomfortable night outside in the kennel. Although it was early July, it had got quite chilly during the wee small hours and I had burrowed down into the smelly old blankets in the kennel and then wrapped them around me. I had no idea of the time although the sun seemed quite high in the sky as I crawled out and tried to stretch the kinks out of my spine, mind cursing Miss Thorne's harsh treatment....

Chapter 30: The Men I Did Let Inside
"He was the only man who would never fuck me. And that made every other man a threat he could never name." — Mistress Staci
I told him early:
"You will never be inside me."
And he believed me. But what he didn't know at first—what I let unfold slowly, deliciously—was that others would be....

Context
The short stories that I wrote to my Wife for Her to read are being shared here are some of the experiences that i have enjoyed with my Wife, Ms Raven. This is my first attempt to put these memories and experiences to words and first time that I am sharing them with hope of reaching like minded Femdoms or their submissives. They are written to Her as you will read below....