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Ch. 5 The Traveling Tickler from the Bay
Tickle Man hit me on the app. He was coming into town for business for several days and was looking for a victim for tickle torture and edging. We had been talking quite a bit on the app for a year or so, as he comes to my area occasionally, and found my profile and pictures attractive. There are guys who are very into my "type." I'm over 6 feet tall, and a fit 250lbs, short cut brown hair. He is one of those guys...

If you're following along from the start, thank you! If you're cumming in here for the first time, you might enjoy the prior chapters, but you don't need to read them to enjoy these scenes. In brief, Jude, a graduating anthropology student has made it her quest to fully understand human sexual behavior. She's hooked up with Elroy, a (slightly) older student with far more experience. Please let me know, via comments and/or ratings how much you enjoy this segment. I have had a lot of fun writing it. -ek....

Rebecca felt the cold steel of the handcuffs snap onto her wrists, her weaved fingers entwined behind her head. The mustiness of the damp cellar filled her nostrils, as she breathed in, mouth closed, breathing in slowly trying to quell her rising anxiety and anticipation of what was happening. Goosebumps were peppering her pale skin in the cool cellar air, he had already ripped her blouse from her petite body leaving her, naked but for her skirt, stockings and shoes, her pert perfect breasts were highlighte...

Don quivered in an awe of disbelief combined with sexual excitement, having been humiliated and discarded like a used condom by his domineering girlfriend, who'd taken great sexual pleasure in actually showing him the male who'd now fuck her liberally under her terms, his use to her, spent like the contents of that condom. Having watched her Stepmother thoroughly enjoyed that humiliation too, he found himself on his knees to just the sort of woman his masturbation fantasies had always desired... the masochi...

Sabrina's Bondage of Jill by Alexa Chamberlain
I am back after a long hiatus. I deleted previous stories because I felt my writing could be better. PLEASE leave me feedback so I can write more of what you want! Thank you for reading this story - most of my stories are fictional accounts of personal or shared experiences....

They returned home late. It was pitch black before I even saw the headlights reflected in the window behind where I stood. It was later still, after considerable noise downstairs, that they made their way upstairs. I could tell she was naked but for her shoes and he was still fully clothed, save for his blazer which I could only assume was with her dress and underthings. His shirtsleeves were rolled up. What on Earth had they gotten into?...

This is a work of fiction. All the characters are 18+.
"For a guy, that is. It's been my experience that girls, or women, of all ages, take a punishment much better than a man. Practically no contest."
I had to ask, and started to turn around to talk face-to face.
"Remain bent over, if you please. You are here to learn discipline, if you recall."...

"Frida's Military Gangbangs"


by J. D. Savanyu

Frida McMasters was the highest-paid news anchor in America, beloved by millions of armchair politicians and conspiracy junkies. Those obsessive "Frida heads" jerked off every single night after watching their favorite busty blonde "challenge the corrupt status quo" on the Patriot News Network. She was the most quoted "journalist" in the post-truth era, riding a tidal wave of collective cluelessness....

A TAIL TO REMEMBER
"Spank my nasty butt," she said.
Please read the standard disclaimer on Alextasy's biography page.
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"Susan. I've found another one."
My wife's head shot up, and she froze midway through zipping up her skirt. She stared at me, no doubt recognizing the subtle change in my voice, the gentle tone that belied an imminent threat. The telltale signs of her anxiety were almost instant--a reddening flush around her neck, a quickening in the rise and fall of her chest....

My Master asked me the strangest question the other day--if he could meet my parents. He asked so sweetly that I couldn't simply say no, although I was still unsure of his true intentions.
That wasn't unusual, though. I hardly ever knew what was going on in Mr. George's mind. I've spent almost every day with him for nearly two months, but he is still a mystery....

Author's note: This is the third chapter in a story involving three characters who explore the wife pursuing a D/s relationship outside of her marriage. I see this being a slow burn over time as the characters evolve and grow. Timid at first, getting more bold and adventurous as boundaries are pushed. All feedback is welcome, but certainly constructive feedback is preferred. I'll respond to anyone who wants to discuss further....

Golden Ticket Day 4: Denise
I woke with a start but something was odd. I tried to move my arms, then my legs but they were fixed. I tried to open my eyes but it was still dark.
"I told you, today you're mine."
It was Denise's voice from somewhere.
"Today, you do exactly what I tell you. As you promised you would. You're here for my pleasure to use and abuse as I wish. Understood?"...

Chapter 3 of Friends Investigate
Stephanie walked up the path to Mrs H's house, carrying her college bag, and rang the doorbell. The stern looking Mrs H opened the door and waited for Stephanie to walk through into the hallway before closing the door behind her. Once closed she demanded, "You are supposed to be at college, young lady."...

In the time that we've known each other, you've earned my love, but you haven't earned my Dominance. I don't think you understand that. A woman's Dominance needs to be earned, to be respected. It doesn't come right away; she needs to trust you as much as you trust her. Dominance can't be demanded. You are not entitled to a woman's Dominance no matter how much you want it, no matter how your gender makes you feel that the world, and women in particular, owe you. No, you must earn it. A Goddess needs to be wo...

* This is my first go at this so please be nice. Hopefully I won't get discouraged and it won't be too long before part 2.
Introduction --
It seems to me that all too often when somebody leads in to a conversation with, "So I was thinking...", the next thing said is something that will go way left of center so to speak, and this was definitely one of those times. My girlfriend Alaina's birthday was coming up and I had plans for the entire weekend mapped out, dinner after work on Friday, a nice lunch a...

This is Chapter 8 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances....

Dinner for Two

"I'll be in your city for a few days," my message read to you, "Just transiting through really, but I'll be at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. Why not join me for an evening? We can have dinner and... see where things go. A friend will be with me, who is also very excited to meet you." I was worried you'd decline. Nerves, fear, anxiety. I remember all those feelings when I was still fresh-faced and innocent. To both my surprise and joy, you accepted....

General Consensus
I woke up hearing voices and being turned on my side as the familiar sound of clinking metal down around my feet startled me.
"This must be the slut Rocky was talking about. His text says to make sure she's well connected to the bars, then take her outside and clean her off good after she licks all the cum off herself and the floor," the guy said....

The air was warm, soft with the scent of blooming magnolias drifting through the half-open windows of their suite. Finals were over. The college town was buzzing with celebration, but inside their quiet apartment, Celine and Lia was chilling--just the two of them, curled up in hoodies and silk shorts, sipping jasmine tea over the low hum of lo-fi beats....

This is the second part of the Series "The Woman at the Supermarket" I suggest you read part one first.
In the first part of this story, Betty had given Mark a damn good over the knee spanking. She had just finished the spanking, and now wanted her reward.
Betty told Mark to get up and put his hands on his head. While he recovered she found the postal tube and removed one of the end stoppers. She slid out two straight rattan canes. They were both quite short at about 29 inches long, presumably cut to ...

A Saturday with my Mistress
A multipart story of a submissive with his Mistress, as seen from his viewpoint.
Chapter 1 - Arrival and preparation
I had arrived at my Mistresses home, on time and found a note: Submissive, I'm at the store. Prepare yourself, the bedroom and wait by the door, I'll be home shortly....

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.
Helen and Bob negotiate the parameters of her job. Enjoy.
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After Helen accepted the position of 'Jill Keeper', Bob asked, so when do you want to start?...

Genesis of this story. To remind you, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on. Sorry. Enjoy. A disappointing number of comments. Thanks for those who did. Please rate and comment.
Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.
Note: Italics in this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters....

It had been another good weekend, although it felt very short to her. But then, it always did. No matter how much they crammed into a few days, the adrenaline of it kept her going until she got home and crashed.
This time they met in a southeastern coastal city where Spring had already sprung, staying in a hotel converted from an antebellum townhouse. He had flown in; she had driven -- her trip enlivened by the instructions he'd given her to wear a short skirt and her anal plug, and to stop and edge for ...

"Strip," she says.
The word hangs in the air, simple but final.
You inhale sharply, and your hands move before thought can intervene. Fingers clumsy, nervous. You start with your blouse-peeling each button open, revealing more of your chest with every inch. The fabric clings from sweat and tension. When you slip it off your shoulders, the barn air kisses your flushed skin. Your nipples are already stiff beneath your bra....

As Candy and Cody stood there tethered and naked in the hot sun, Cody realized that they were in their home town. He hadn't been back since he became a pony a year earlier. As they were forced to stand there several passersby stopped to inspect the ponies. After almost an hour of standing and being caressed and watched by strangers, they heard a familiar voice say "Candy... Cody?!"...

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CHAPTER 8: PONYGIRLS IN TRAINING
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The flight to Buenos Aires passed unremarkably, the only hiccough being the need to take a party of girls with a variety of interesting piercings through security at Heathrow. The-Cat and Bryony had been frisked while Rubber Dolly was lead away and we waited for an anxious thirty minutes especially after a young woman whose badge identified her as Dr Collins, followed her into the holding room carrying several packets of latex gloves. However, after her detention and...

Note: The first 11 chapters of this story are under the NonCon/Reluctance category, and of course chapter 12 is in BDSM. Enjoy!
I stood up and reached up to the sleeves but he held up a finger. "No, wait. Lie down in the dress. Middle of the bed."
"Yes, Master."
I climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself as he'd instructed. I took deep breaths and tried to relax, but it was hard when I could see my pulse in my closed eyelids. I heard him walking around and opening a drawer in his dresser, but ...

Sam
After the incident with the orgasm training things seemed to go back to normal. There was a slight difference, though, one that they didn't speak of.
Princess was much more physically affectionate than she had been. It reminded Sam of April, her first female sub. She'd only taken male subs up to that point and had basically taken April on as a dare after idly commenting that she grew bored of her male subs after only a couple of months. She'd known she had bisexual tendencies; she certainly had no...