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Chapter 60: We Invited Him to Visit
"He arrived as a guest. Left as a friend. And while the collar stayed in the drawer, his deference never wavered." — Mistress Staci
It was her idea.
"You should invite him."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see the man who kissed your boots and made your coffee with both...

Celine stood outside the apartment door, her bag slung over one shoulder and her thumb hovering above the handle. She reread the text Lia had sent just a few hours earlier:
"Mistress, don't make any plans tonight. Come home hungry. I have something special prepared just for you."
A grin crept across...

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.
This chapter continues Clair's torments but includes an interlude where he 'checks in' with Clair, continuing the theme that communication is...

Chapter One A -- The Body Remembers (Continued)
The briefing room
The briefing room was cool, dark, and utterly still. The kind of stillness that felt artificial, built for secrets.
Screens lined every wall, suspended in silence. Black glass tables reflected the soft pulse of interface lights. The c...

Jackson awoke with a yawn, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It was still strange, to wake up feeling rested like this day in and day out. A scant two months ago, he never got a good eight hours' rest. He was forced to cut his sleeping hours short time and time again to meet his employer's outrageous d...

2. Mary discovers limits
It had been a week since Mary had began to discover control in her relationship with Dan. That week had led her to learn more about herself and how she might be with him.
The first day had been so intense and for the next few days she could do little else but think about eve...

Tags: Fsub, Mdom, Fdom, Submission, Blackmail, Control, Surrender, Bondage, Sadism, Oral, MF, MFF,
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any character similarities with real people, living or dead, or to real places or events is entirely coincidental. All fictional participants are over the f...

Chapter 32: Frostfeld
The next morning, Corantin was lazing in bed enjoying his usual wake call. Last night had been Vallerie's turn to share his bed. Just like her sister, she loved to wake up their master with oral sex and being rewarded with a mouthful of the most delicious juice in the world.
On...

We met on AOL, back when it had just become The Next Big Thing in the 90s. Her name was Susan, and she was pretty, blonde, with East European roots. In the real world she was a paralegal at some law firm in Arlington Heights, a suburb of Chicago. She planned to clear out her son, Danny, so that we c...

Chapter 5: One Day at a Time
2 Years Ago
There's something about having a compliant slave boy suck your toes that feels strangely empowering. Christina was especially surprised in this specific instance, though, watching Ben suck them with reckless abandon. It usually took subs a session or two to g...

The sunlight gently through flowed the window blinds, dappling across the hardwood floor in warm, languid patterns. The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. Lia's textbooks lay untouched beside her, her art supplies scattered across the desk, abandoned hours ago.
She was on the bed--naked, flushed, pantin...

The continuing story of Petal and her Master. The first bunch of chapters are under the Nonconsent/Reluctance category.
All fiction, of course.
For my patron, Bach
Enjoy!
As always, I woke up slowly. I'd fallen asleep in his arms and I was more than happy to stay in them. It seemed like I always fel...

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 co...

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 kn...

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 litt...

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 ov...

"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 w...

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 prett...

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 ove...

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 ...

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 corn...

**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...

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 pla...

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...

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 del...

**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, w...

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...

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 ...

**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...

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 ...