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First Meeting with Mistress
This is a story of a submissive's initial encounter with a new Mistress, starts slow, as all new explorations should, but will get to the sex in time. It is based on a real life approach, but before the end may get a little into the extreme. Please enjoy it as much as I did writing it....
Chapter Six
It was when she got back from work on Monday that Zara found another cream-coloured envelope lying on her mat. She picked it up eagerly, fingers shaking a little as they ripped into the paper and extracted another note along with a ticket. Zara felt her clit throb with excitement as she turned the note over and read, "Come wearing the little present you will receive tomorrow and no underwear. Face forwards and do not turn round until you are told to do so! Sir x."...
I have just emerged from the shower after my workout when there is a knock on the door. I am not expecting anyone -- my plans for the evening are limited to binge watching Netflix series on my own. So, I'm a bit confused when I open the door and see a young woman standing there.
"Are you Alex031991?" she asks. I don't answer, because I am too busy processing what I am seeing. The woman is wearing what appears to be a Halloween costume based on the avatar of a popular language learning app. A rather skimp...
Distant music pulls Princess from her sleep. Blinking open her eyes, she scans her surroundings. This isn't home... that's right, she's in a hotel room, traveling for work. The music pulls her attention again, and she reaches over to the nightstand for her phone, turning off her alarm.
As she opens her phone, everything comes flooding back... The picture she posted, the men messaging her, the daddies.... THE Daddy. She can't stop the grin spreading on her face at that last thought. Daddy....
Fiona arrived at ten o'clock on the dot. I was wearing a blue summer dress, a bra, a thong, heels, my collar and a butt plug. I was also covered with the words, 'Chris' hole' with an arrow pointing to my cunt. Under my tits were the words 'Tradesmen use back door' and on my back 'Tradesman's entrance,' with an arrow pointing down....
read in full"Get over here, Baby Girl," I commanded.
I had just started her training. She was trying so hard to be a Good Girl for me, so there were things she still didn't understand why they were being done to her, and for her.
"Sub position." I pointed at the floor. Which meant on her knees, head down, palms up, naked with her training collar on, in front of her master, her Sir. Showing submission, and vulnerability....
Prologue
This is the story of my life so far as a submissive woman, and the men who shaped me. The men who dominated me and enjoyed making me their toy, their object of pleasure, and sometimes, but not always, the object of their love.
It starts with the man who most publicly dominated me, who brought me fame and ultimately meant I had to change my name and find a different path....
Not that I was over eager or anything but I started going over the stories that Palmer had shared with me in the past looking for something to surprise him with in the next session of our 'Arrangement'. Possibly in my over excitement at getting spanked I had overlooked the... other focus on ample mature bottoms that nearly always came eventually. If something happened after spanking it slowly dawned on me as I read back over the stories that it might involve my bottom in as yet unexplored ways. Ok so we've ...
read in fullChloe woke up from a long restless night as thin rays of sunshine pierced through the window and shone across the room. For a second she felt confused as to where she was but then she remembered with a shameful realisation. After several amazing weekends with Michael and Olivia as their puppy they had decided to step things up a notch. One of the things they had done was let her move a few of her things into their spare room so that she could stay for longer. That's where she found herself now - in their sp...
read in fullSlave to My Indian Maid - Chapter 17
Rashida and her family enjoy me thoroughly in the village - Tarek
This was supposed to be the last entry in the story of me and my maids, and I tried to keep this chapter short, but failed. Hence, I have no choice but to post this in two chapters. I promise to post the two chapters one after another, so my loyal readers don't have to wait....
CHAPTER 3 -- THE VILLA
The taxi pulled away slowly, leaving them in silence. It was just before three in the afternoon, the kind of quiet weekday where nothing extraordinary should be happening.
They stepped onto the stone path. Heather adjusted the lapel of her coat. Beside her, Claudia walked with quiet poise. The wind tugged gently at their coats. Underneath, they both knew exactly what they had chosen to wear....
I glide up the stairs and through the portal of the historic house in downtown Detroit with LittleWilly at my heels. Once inside, we transport seamlessly (aside from my stockings) into the Prohibition Era -- dim lights, the smell of leather and wood and whisky, the way that the impulse to pleasure persists despite an un-loving authoritarian leadership. No cell phones, websites or e-mail. Inside, we are metal signs, painted notices, handwritten notes, and body language. The backdrop for tonight's beautiful a...
read in fullDrew was already on his knees when he heard the bathroom door open.
The bedroom was dim--just a soft light glowing from the corner lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. His body was tense, but still. Naked. Hands resting on his thighs, palms up. Eyes down.
His cock had already begun to harden just from the act of waiting....
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Mes profs et Moi
J'avais 20 ans a cette Γ©poque, j'aimais dΓ©jΓ les garΓ§ons, un jour en semaine j'ai cours de sport et je me dΓ©shabille dans les vestiaires des garΓ§ons, je suis seul, j'Γ©tais en caleΓ§on et j'allais mettait mon short quand j'entends la porte du vestiaire s'ouvrir et je vois mon prof ( M Martin) il me demande si je suis prΓͺt, je vois qu'il me regarde, je commence Γ toucher ma queue en mettant mon pantalon....
Daddy's Home: Day Five
Daddy's leaving tomorrow and it's not lost on me that I was very spoiled the past few days. This morning, I woke up Daddy to suck his cock, like he asked me to, but he was pretty groggy and probably a little hungover. He gave me a pass to suck his dick tonight and I've been thinking about it all day....
Present Day - Bryant House Hotel
"Good morning, Mr. Marshall."
I looked up from my equipment case to find Vi standing in the doorway of the Bryant House suite, her expression perfectly professional, not a hint of our confrontation at HAZE visible in her composed features. She wore a cream silk blouse and tailored trousers, hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail--the embodiment of understated elegance....
Pearl bullets glued on string, caught in mesh, and stuffed into oil-sheen cardboard. I pull it out of the box and inspect it against my naked body in the bathroom mirror. Scarce fabric, ready to fray, fall apart, designed for fleeting alleyway encounters. How would that part map to that part of my body, I wondered. It was an anatomical puzzle, and one that would inevitably leave me exposed. Ink spilt against milk and bone. The kind of fabric that drags wherever it touches, and can only be improved by being ...
read in fullAmanda's Finest Memory
Day One:
The auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as his hand gripped the heart at her throat. She sucked in breath as her eyes searched for familiarity in the face before her--there was none. Only a hint of pure pleasure in the gold tinted eyes let her know she was safe. The touch of his knuckles against her throat raised her pulse again as he tightened the chain. She raised her hands to touch him but he slapped them down. "No. You don't move unless I say you can."...
J'avais 36 ans et je suis sur une application pour les hommes. Je vois un beau mec qui de plus il pratique le BDSM, je lui demande par Γ©crit si on peux faire une sΓ©ance que c'est la premier fois pour moi.
Il me répond oui et on se donne rendez vous le mercredi d'après pour 18h.
Je lui demande le lieu de rendez-vous il me donne l'adresse d'un hΓ΄tel Γ Bruxelles, Il me dit aussi qu! il me donnera le numΓ©ros de chambre le matin mΓͺme de mon arrivΓ©e....
For Hire - slave girl sara
Along with every piece of hire equipment you could ever want, electrical or fuel driven, they also offer something else for a special service. In stock they have three naked young men, with different manhood sizes, and three naked young ladies with a mixture of big, medium and small boobs, and shaved, full cover or designer mound. The business owners, are Mr. and Mrs. Asprey...
Reader - Princess does not expect you to get much pleasure out of this as it's not very sexy, so read on or don't. These are simply her musings on her dynamic with Daddy after an uncomfortable new experience. Take this as insight into a brand-spanking new submissive's mind as she dips her toe into the murky waters of BDSM power dynamics and begins to understand herself and her needs as a sub....
read in fullThe Vanity Fair shoot was a disaster from the start.
Equipment malfunctions, lighting issues, a creative director with a God complex and a hangover. By noon, we were three hours behind schedule, and the tension in the studio was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Marco was in rare form--snapping at assistants, arguing with the art director, chain-smoking despite the studio's strict no-smoking policy. I remained calm throughout, stepping in to solve technical issues, soothing the stylists Marco had offe...
Ramona let her head drop against the door as she shut it behind her. Rubbing at her throat she dropped her keys in the bowl by the door and started walking down the hallway. She'd gone a bit too hard at practice this time around, she needed to get better about that.
Her head jerked back as a hand clamped itself over her eyes, "guess who..."...
Zarina the Dominatrix
A Tale from the BNWO
Jeffery Banks has been a bad boy,
Zarina makes him pay for it, and pay for it, and pay again!
Serena Steele Monroe
Β© Copyright 2025 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places...
We began our journey back to the city in silence. I used the time to relive and review the past forty-eight hours. Mentally running through the stages of my brief life as a ponygirl. From my first steps in the tack room with Isabella, to get getting much closer with Lily and sprinting laps with Catherine. I didn't know what Catherine had going through her head, but she had a distance in her eyes that looked beyond the road in front of her....
read in fullI remember the way the light caught on the curve of the cage.
It was so small in my palm. Cold and waiting.
Just like you.
You knelt there, already undressed in every way that mattered--cock twitching with nerves, shame blooming across your cheeks, your breath shaking like a boy about to be punished....
The fire's blazing, our bodies were greedy for the heat and connection;
throwing on pine boughs and a little gasoline
we laughed, spirited as the fire crackled and popped...
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Someone wanted to dance and took off her clothes;
the blaze illuminated one side of her ecstatic body, her nipples being kissed hot and full by her lover (the fire), then blown on by the cool promise of a night in the Maine Woods......
Her body was strapped to the St Andrew's cross, legs pried apart and arms thrown wide, embracing the naked air. Her skin was rippled with goosebumps, partly for the cold and partly for everything else. I left her eyes uncovered during the binding process, so she could see that it was my hands tightening the leather cuffs, my hands putting her into place. Hands that she trusted....
read in fullHanna Ellis stepped into the small private bathroom that was nestled into the back corner of her office. She looked into the mirror, appraising the woman who looked back at her. Her long, blonde hair was pulled up into a loose bun, her makeup, lightly accenting the features of her face. Her outfit was designer, a charcoal jacket and pencil skirt over a silk burgundy blouse. This particular look was picked up from a tailor just outside of Rome. The clothes were tailored to fit her five-foot, ten-inch frame i...
read in fullThe Temple
Content: Snakes, Femdom, male sub, Goddess Worship, breast feeding, oral sex, PIV sex, gag and blindfold, gentle humiliation
It's dreich as the taxi pulls up outside a bar nestled into an old Victorian merchant's building. You pay the driver and make to go into the bar, but as the taxi pulls away, you change direction, crossing the road and slipping unnoticed through an archway. You pull your coat around you a little as the wind follows you to the anonymous black door in the passageway. It ...