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Finding myself with spare time on my hands recently, I was idly browsing on a swinger's website when I came across the following advertisement on the member's contact page.
"Middle aged submissive couple seek a virile young experienced master to cuckold them, and administer mild discipline occasionally."...

Chapter Three
It was heavenly to be alone for a while and Rachel relaxed, smiling to herself as she realised that Miss Caine had actually forgotten about the caning after all. She unpacked the meagre contents of her trunk, hanging some of her garments up in the solitary mahogany wardrobe but depositing a few on the bed as well before she placed the one picture she had of her parents on the bedside table. Her memories had faded like the picture and it was hard to recall them at all at times. What would th...

It's cold outside. Perfect cuddle weather. Yet here she sits, all alone cold, bored, and oh so horny. She can't go down that rabbit hole again. She can't let it consume her again.
He's gone and she's been single for years, she can get thru this. She got rid of all her toys ages ago. Trying to occupy her mind, she opts to do some tidying up, make some dinner, listen to some music......

Part 2: New Toy
Two weeks after Chris's birthday, the stockade remained in the centre of the living room, a since-unused monument to the adventures of that weekend.
Chris said to Lexy, one evening, "what are your plans for that?" gesturing towards the apparatus.
"Well, I know you enjoyed it." she told him, "but I'm not sure how I feel about it."...

Frank and Sondra have been living in their house for three years now. Sondra is now forty years old, and Frank is forty-two. The years have only made their love for each other stronger; they did an entire makeover of the mansion's grounds and it looks incredible. A raised-bed herb garden, several perennial plots, perimeter fencing, and a walkway. There are several hundred-year old oak trees on the property, and they even put up a treehouse in one of them. The treehouse keeps them in shape because the only w...

CHAPTER 1: PONYBOY
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The stream at the bottom of the path leading up to the moor was chill but Bryony and I were both hot, sweating hard in our harnesses as we plunged onto the fast flowing water making it splash over our naked skin. It was spring and the rain on the moor had raised the water level so it came up to our knees making it hard to wade through and the hooves of my pony boots sunk into the soft mud of the streambed as we crossed it pulling the chariot to which we were harnessed....

This is probably not the next chapter many of you are hoping for, but I promise it's coming up. Thank you to everyone who's been following along and commenting.
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Interlude: Monique
The wrap party wasn't a huge affair. Part of that had to do with the budget; they didn't have a lot left over to splurge and really go crazy like some big-budget productions. But they still rented out a hotel ballroom and got a huge spread of food and an open bar....

This was supposed to be the perfect four-page story and I ended going far longer than that. Sorry! Enjoy. Please comment if you want more stories like this or enjoyed this one
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Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.
this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters....

You don't knock.
I left the door unlocked. You knew what that meant. When you stepped inside, your breath caught but you didn't hesitate. You never do, not with me.
The room was quiet, low-lit, intentional. My silhouette waited near the edge of the bed, backlit by city glow. I stood in the low light, letting you take me in--my auburn hair falling just below my shoulders in loose, deliberate waves. The leather corset wrapped around me like a second skin, soft but unforgiving, every inch designed to rem...

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.
I am absolutely opposed to using animals in sexual or BDSM activities since animals, like children, can't consent. In this case, Henry the horse isn't really doing anything he doesn't do every day, walking on an exercise trainer. His presence just adds an element of humiliation to Clair. If you disagree with me, feel free to add a comment. Enjoy....

I can't stop thinking about Lisa. Her blonde hair hung in wild disarray, as if a comb had long forgotten it. It gave her a bewildered look as she stepped into my office, awkwardly looking around for the first time. Her spectacular blue eyes pierced through my soul somehow, as if she was looking for a moment of clarity in the chaos of her own thoughts. It was in that gaze, so intense yet so lost, that I saw something both fragile and unrelenting, like she was holding on to some invisible thread, daring the w...

Chapter One
The imposing building loomed up, dwarfing the surrounding trees, as the carriage pulled up sharply and sent Rachel sprawling forward.
"Really, Rachel, you need to act like a lady!" snapped her great-aunt, impeccably dressed as usual, as she tapped her walking stick on the floor to signal the driver to attend to her. The man, rain soaking his cloak, pulled down the steps and then held his arm out to aid both ladies as they made their way down onto solid ground and then into the sheltering c...

Trigger warning: this work of fiction contains themes of emotional manipulation and gaslighting. The relationship depicted here, while complex and formally 'consensual', is in fact abusive.
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Emily's hands were shaking as she clicked through her slides. Her presentation was tomorrow morning - 9:00 sharp - her first major lab talk, with three senior lecturers attending, plus her supervisor and a handful of PhD students who were known for asking the kind of questions that made undergrads cry. Topic: ...

Prologue -- "I Wasn't Born A Dominant"
I wasn't born a Dominant.
I became one the same way any woman becomes anything:
By watching.
By listening.
And by noticing what no one else thought was important.
I wasn't a brat. I wasn't a bully. I wasn't the loud girl who shoved people on the playground or made boys cry at recess....

Chapter 16
We slept late Sunday morning. Obviously, we were all exhausted from the activities on Saturday.
Sun light was streaming through the bedroom window when I felt a hand running up and down my stomach. I opened my eyes to see young Riley lying next to me. She was naked except for her latex hood and collar....

For a belt likewise now she


Must wear around her waist,


About her bare flesh laced,


And she must love whoever


Might undo it yet not sever


Its fastening, nor it destroy.

In the Lay of Guigemar written by Marie de France in the 12 th century, the hero, Guigemar gave his lover a belt that is now interpreted as one of the first references to a chastity belt. He allows that should any man remove it without cutting it while he is away, he will permit h...

Note from the author
I really hope you enjoy this story. While parts of it are things that have really happened, most of it is pure fiction and pure fantasy.
As such, and in response to a couple of comments, I'd like to make it clear that bits of it are less realistic than others, and also that our submissive hero is having the time of his life!...

All characters depicted in Neon Hunger are fictional and over the age of 18. This story is a work of imagination intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit content, psychological themes, and adult situations. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. The narrative explores complex dynamics and should not be interpreted as condoning or promoting harmful behavior. Reader discretion is advised....

Disclaimer and info:
The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.
The story is about the gradual descent of a man in the hands of a member of the mighty 'fair sex'.
If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you (not all in this chapter)....

The time flew by for Sara who got better and better at being the full-time live-in maid. She made mistakes, and got another spanking each time, but as she got closer to the six months, she really did wonder if she should take up the new highly paid job offered to her, or make the transition to being a full-time permanent maid. However, she still didn't know if her mistress wanted her to stay on, and, as the maid, couldn't ask....

Snow fell gently outside the window, increasing the wintry blanket already covering the frozen ground. Along with the roaring fireplace on the left of the room, it made the place feel almost cozy. Almost. Knowing he would likely be spending the next several months in this house, somewhat involuntarily, managed to seep away all of the fire's warmth....

Part 1
The satin blindfold slips off and settles neatly below me. I lift my head, searching for your eyes. You're standing before me, shoulders square, hands at your sides, staring at me. A stranger might interpret your gaze as cold, but I know better. I see a loving and proud man. You're wearing all black -- jeans, shirt, shoes, and belt. I marvel at how handsome you are. You are poised, confident, calm. You lift your chin, a signal, granting permission for me to take in our surroundings. I obey and my ...

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Adam Bramley was already half-hard when she slid down the sheets.
It wasn't romantic morning sex. It wasn't desperate passion, stolen before the snooze timer expired and the day started for real. It was simply... routine. The quiet surrender of a bored couple doing what bored couples do: sleep, fuck, survive another year....

My flight got in late in the middle of the night. I took an uber to your house and paused as I stood on your doorstep before knocking.
"Am I ready for this?" I thought to myself. I felt my heart pounding as I stood there, but I couldn't bring myself to turn back.
One week. One whole week as your good girl. Your toy. I was going to submit myself to you entirely and be yours to use and play with for an entire week....

Chapter 15
I led the corset and stocking clad Babygirl from my office to the front door of our house. Babygirl followed behind me silently as her high heels clicked loudly on our hardwood floor. Despite her silence, I could feel her excitement coming off of her in waves as I approached the entryway....

Day 4
I woke up, Amanda was still asleep. I carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After shaving, showering, toothbrushing and other stuff I went out to living room. I was the first one there. Made coffee and took a cup outside.
The morning was brisk, I stood there on the porch, leaving the front door open so I could hear if someone else was up. Drinking my cup of coffee, I felt the cool air on my skin, I've never felt so naked before, I loved it. Not it's not just that I naked, I'm vulner...

Snow Gets a Ride, Candy Is Fried
(Preface - This episode provides the intricacies of several devices and characters used in the upcoming episode about the actual event. While there are some examples of the utilization of these devices and the characters in this episode, this is primarily written for those who are interested in how these devices work and their functionality. Thank you for taking the time to read this and anything else I write!)...

It was the day afterwards. Mary woke earlier than usual. Dan was sleeping soundly beside her.
She was not feeling as rested as usual. If she was honest, she had been lying awake fitfully during the night. She was thinking about how things had ended yesterday with Dan. She was happy with how things were developing, but she wondered where it was going next. Dan had been more forceful with her than he had ever been. She was content to acquiesce, yet she wondered what he had meant when he said, "We'll have t...

Author's Note:
This is Part 4 of Taming Kit, part of a larger ongoing work exploring themes of power, desire, emotional tension, and shifting dynamics between multiple characters. While this chapter contains explicit scenes, not every chapter will. The story is a slow burn with layered emotional development and psychological complexity, so each installment builds on the last....

The past week had been a real whirlwind, Rachel had been sold the money was in the bank Linda was becoming more submissive and an email response from Sarah.
'Thanks for your email, great news I am in Europe at the moment finishing a short European tour, my initial plans were that when I finished at a fetish convention in Germany I would fly straight back to the US, however, your email reminded me that I hadn't visited England in a long time plus it's spring so why not'...