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Chapter 7. Saturday afternoon - More Training, anal
I lay there, just waking up as I hear my Mistress talking in the living room "Setup up lunch on the balcony and I'll take care of the rest. Here, this is for your trouble."
I then hear the front door close and Mistress open the door to where I was and walk into the bedroom. I open my eyes and watch as she takes off her robe, to stand before me, nude....

Stella Maris had fallen ill in winter. Her internist prescribed antibiotics and declared her cured in spring. Nevertheless, her belly was often painful, especially during cold wet weather. A short spring holiday in France in a small second home her folks bought, brought us occasion for much more sex than at my dorm, where she felt everyone might hear her orgasms. There the weather was lousy, another reason we were often between our sheets. We evened our record set in winter, of mating eight times in one day...

Chapter 1
Claire sat in her car, head leaning against the steering wheel, lightly sobbing, as she tried to compose herself. The parking lot was for a small strip mall-style sex shop. The car was on its last leg, not starting every fourth time, the interior falling apart, and smelling like a cat had given birth there, but it was all she could afford. Her life was hard....

I had alway been curious about bondage, edging, milking. I fantasised about meeting an experienced dom to make this a reality; a helpless slave giving up control, toyed with and drained like an animal. After a few months of looking online the opportunity presented itself to truly submit.
I came across a profile titled "Edging / Milking / Cum Control". It belonged to a master, an expert in restraining young and willing subs, keeping them chained until they saw it fit to finally give them release....

Christian shut his laptop and rubbed his eyes. His afternoon had been filled with pointless meetings and long winded emails, but he'd made it through. He wasn't sure if Elizabeth's teasing messages had helped make the corporate drudgery pass faster or more painfully, but he smiled as he scrolled back through the texts and pictures she'd sent....

I don't know what I expected when Alice suggested we stop by the sex shop on the way back from brunch, but I definitely didn't think it would lead to me being locked up in a cage with her holding the key.
We'd been joking about trying something new for a while--light bondage, spanking, a few toys here and there. But today she seemed... curious. Playful. There was a little sparkle in her eye as we walked into the shop together, hand in hand, the bell above the door jingling like some sleazy version of Chr...

She didn't plan to bring it up that night.
They were curled up in bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm light across his face. Her head rested on his chest, the quiet rhythm of his breathing grounding her. They'd been together twenty-six years. They'd weathered storms, raised kids, made a life out of ordinary days--and yet something had shifted between them recently....

Chapter 5 - Friday 1st night basic training
We arrive back at the same hotel as we had dinner and turn the car over to the valet. I grab my small bag; it mainly held my shaving gear, hair brushes, shampoo and soap. I also had a change of underwear and socks, but I had the idea I might need only the socks. As we walk across the lobby, she looked at me and said, "One to two steps behind me. Also remember to run ahead to open doors, hold chairs and push buttons. I am to be treated as a Victorian Queen, not ...

This is the first bondage story I ever published so I’m cheating a little for the On The Job 2025 challenge. However, it was a long time ago on a site far far away.

I slide behind my desk hoping nobody will notice my late arrival. My body is stiff from a weekend in bondage and simply being able to move my limbs freely feels awkward. I am even uncomfortable to find myself clothed, at least in the common garments worn in the outside world rather than the tight rubber fetish wear of my enacted fantasies...

We'd met online. You are submissive, I am dominant, together we have been exploring your curiosity about orgasm denial, never meeting in person until last night. Over dinner we both came to realize that what attracted us online is a hundred times more powerful in person. You didn't stay with me last night only because I thought time apart to process our feelings would be wise....

Part 8 of The Brat Chronicles
Eve
Tomorrow came around after the first time Scott pushed his entire cock in my asshole for the first time. I had been on my best behaviour. It was almost instinctual. A part of me felt like anal was on the table now. Even though I knew I could stop Scott at any moment, I knew I wouldn't unless I was truly distressed....

My professor's words blended together as my mind trailed off and the lecture loomed on in the backdrop.
What did Rylee mean when she said she had a surprise for me after class? It had already been a full week since she had kept my keys and given me her list of rules for my so-called chastity sentence. I had been good about following them and had memorized them in just a day or so, reading them every morning and night just to further engrain them....

Two Velvet Gloves
Themes/content warning: Female Led Relationship, FemDom, male sub, high heels, Keyholder, cockcage, mild CBT, consent as rapport in a LTR
You'll be here in a minute. You're taking me out for dinner tonight and you're never late. We're going to the finest restaurant in town, and I've dressed for the occasion. The stockings that you love me to wear, tucked into a pair of heels so high that I am almost the same height as you when I wear them. A figure-hugging black velvet dress that emp...

She tossed him the keys with a casual flick of her wrist. "You drive," she said, her tone light but unreadable.
He caught them reflexively, eyebrows lifting. That wasn't how their trips usually began. And he noticed something else--he hadn't been asked to "prepare" himself. No instructions. No plug. No collar. No toys waiting in plain sight. The bedroom had been tidy, the bed made, everything quiet. Only the packed bags in the corner gave any indication they were going anywhere at all....

He came through the door just after six, tired and ready to collapse. His tie hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from a long day. But what stopped him in his tracks were the two suitcases by the door--his and hers. Packed.
She stepped into view like she had been waiting all day for this exact moment. Calm. Confident. That energy she wore when control wasn't a question--it was a fact....

Jack and Eve discuss their prior trysts. They discuss what may be on the next agenda. Eve tells him that different things excite her and that she would like Jack to surprise her next time. Jack ponders it for a few weeks and decide to see how Eve reacts to a bit of bondage.
He starts work in his workshop on her surprise and doesn't let her even take a look. He builds a system of pulleys that will pull her legs up and apart as well as two more for her legs. He can totally suspend her with just a few tugs....

Bedroom
He threw the bedclothes back and sat up. Caroline hated it when he got like this. And it was happening more often.
She reached a hand out to touch his back but he shrugged it off. He was frustratingly childish sometimes.
"Oh come on! Look, love, I'm really sorry. But I've told you so many times... tying you up and that stuff with your balls is... well, its pervy! You'd just be lying there enjoying it and I'd be doing all the work."...

Chapter Twelve
The days skittered by in a rush although Emma found sitting in church on Sunday morning rather tedious to say the least. The church itself was in the estate grounds and the family followed by the staff walked down in the bright sunshine and then entered the cool confines of the Norman building. The singing of the familiar hymns of her childhood was oddly comforting but then the vicar dragged his sermon out for what seemed like an eternity....

Chapter 2 - Familiar Accidents
A knock on Sarah's door woke her up in the morning causing her to jump stumbling to her feet as she muffled a groan of pain "Hmm. U-um yes? Who is it."
"It's your councillor. You're late for class. I also heard you were sick. I'm here to do a checkup."
Sarah's heart sank as she looked down at her stomach and lifted her shirt to reveal the deep red marks on the side of her body. The pain was agonising for her fragile petite body which now ached from her chest down to h...

Submission & Connection -- Her Perspective (Expanded)
The spa should've calmed her.
She'd spent the whole afternoon there--facial, pedicure, manicure, a long 90-minute massage. The Queen's Package. Everything chosen with care to help her relax, ground herself, find that space where she could fully step into what she had agreed to do....

The rain hasn't stopped since morning. It falls in sheets now, silver slashes against the café windows, loud enough to drown out thoughts if you let it. But Isabella doesn't. She hears every drop. Feels it, almost, like it's needling through the glass, pricking at her skin, trying to burrow its way in. The rhythm is maddening steady and off-kilter all at once, like a metronome with a broken heart....

Hello All,
This is my first time of writing an erotica.   The story is bit long it starts slowly but eventually will catch up with the scenes. Pls read and do let me know what you liked and where it can be improved which will give me confidence to write more. Hope you all will enjoy the story. Pls excuse any typographical error....

Bradley and Lauren had just finished up the remainder of their final exams and were excited to continue seeing each other now that they had more free time. They had talked several times about getting together for another date, but they agreed to wait until they were each done with classes. Bradley had the bright idea of surprising Lauren as she was leaving her last class of the semester....

Chapter Eight
Total and utter vulnerability. Those words seethed through Zara's mind three days later as she parked her car in the vast car park of the stately home. Set in magnificent and extensive gardens, the house was impressive and a tribute to the craftsmanship of the men who had built it over two hundred years before. However, that was not what Zara was concerned about as she stared out through the rain-dappled windscreen. She studied the handwritten note once more just to make sure that she had f...

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.
The campout service and bondage for Clair continues. Enjoy.
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Clair wasn't sure if it was the sunlight making the inside of her sleeping bag glow or her bladder that woke her up. She had no idea what time it was, and nothing to do about it anyway. She was still bound tightly in the sleeping bag with just ...

It's been almost two weeks since that mind-blowing night when I took Mýkýta to my place. Since then, I got so caught up with my work that I have been barely able to respond to her messages. I called her once, and although her cute nervous verbal diarrhea was still present, I could also feel an unpleasant distance in her voice. I know exactly what it is; she is questioning whether that night was real or if it were just a one-night stand....

We lie beside each other on a blanket, gazing up into the eastern sky, chatting lazily as we wait for the skies to darken enough to see the first meteor of the evening during this August's Perseids shower. I sense you turning your head my way, your hand brushing my bare arm in the warm breeze. You slowly stroke down to my wrist, knowing that touching me lightly there instantly turns me on....

He wanted the fantasy. The full date-night dream.
He said it wasn't about sex. "I just want to know what it's like to be out with you. To be near you."
How pathetic.
So I let him find out.
Sort of.
He didn't get a heads-up. No invitation. Just a video file dropped into his inbox at 2:17 AM, titled:...

April.
Violet was bored. It was late afternoon, the air was starting to get hot. Outside, the people in the street passing were screaming "get out of your apartment before you fall asleep". She had spent Sunday in bed, sometimes with a book in hand, sometimes her computer, sometimes herself.
She wanted to leave her room, go outside, see some friends, chat about this colleague at work and the looks they exchanged or that bartender, who kept staring at her....

I longed to see a mistress but it was expensive and so I thought I'd give my body to BDSM science and let a mistress use me for her videos online.
I liked the idea of being a sub online being whipped and punished for the amusement of others and started to look around online for any mistress who had a need of a slave to punish in one of her videos....