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Mama
Yet another session, or was it? I had been seeing this Domme/Disciplinarian for quite some time. I knew what she wanted from me. But today, something was different. Gone were the lacy skirts and corsets. Heck, it was almost a soccer mom skirt and top. Something was up.
Good morning, Mistress...

It was 8:01 pm and I was knocking on Cora's door. She answered with a big smile and a low cut blouse that seemed to smile even more.
"Hey there, right on time! Come on in."
"Thanks, hey Cora, I was wondering, um... I know we had plans to play in the basement, but, um..."
"Oh shit." her face fell. "I know, this is weird. This is wrong. We shouldn't have. I'm a freak for asking, I never should have... ", Cora started to go into an anxiety free-fall, but I pulled the chute before she got too far....

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 starts a section of 'Elder Kink.' Most Bondage porn doesn't consider what BDSM for Seniors looks like. Enjoy.
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Friends, this is the second part of the story. Please read the first part to understand the story better. Note: This is also a long story.
It was almost 8 pm, and I spent almost 5-6 hours at her place. I rushed back to my home, took a wonderful shower, and then finished with my dinner. While sleeping in bed, I was thinking about today. All of a sudden, I received a text Whatsapp message from Roza Aunty....

Don't look away.
You wanted this. You paid for this.
And now you're sitting exactly where I want you: knees red, thighs clenched, cage tight, eyes locked on my lips. That little twitch I saw when I said his name? Pathetic. You flinched like a dog.
But oh, that's right. You are a dog, aren't you? A housebroken little nothing who waits patiently for crumbs while I let a real man devour me....

Yours
The cold floorboards dig into my knees as I kneel at before you, yet I make no move to adjust. All I do is look down at your feet, clad in leather shoes, and try to control my rapid heartbeat as I wait for your next move.
It's been several minutes of you standing above me, watching me kneel for you. The air is tense around us, but I know you like that. Making me wait. Making me show my submission to you, quietly and silently up until the very moment you decide you've had enough--and not a second...

The Body Suit!
All characters are over 18
Jack was just an ordinary lad being just 19, but he had some strange interests that's for sure some he kept secret from others like his fascination for all things latex rubber, often you find him googling up images of people in latex bodysuits & facial masks dreaming that it was him, inside them. But sadly, this was just all he could dream!...

I spend what I thought was a while pondering this, but when I felt my stilettos being pulled off the reveal my stocking feet, I was reminded as to what exactly he wanted to do to me while he had me bound and gagged. He covered my feet in what I think must have been either oil or lube, and I felt him start fucking my feet from behind me. It was a really strange feeling, but at the same time felt so hot. I could feel myself getting rock hard pressed against the bed as he had his fun. I really couldn't move an...

Chapter 18
On Thursday morning, Helena's gardener saw a car he didn't know pull into the car park. Visitors usually parked in the circle at the front door. The car drove back to park beside Rob's old Volvo instead of nearer the house. It prompted him to wonder when he'd last seen Rob, who'd been away been some days....

Though my mind went momentarily blank, noises from the TV screen, Zach, and Victoria continued. This jack was anything but over. The commands of the Dom in the film, filled the living room and as I recovered, the scene in the living room was going hot and heavy. Zach covered in his own come was jacking toward another load, and Victoria had a fist deep in her cunt with her eyes fixed on the depravity that Black sub was enduring hungrily. Victoria was in sync with her, both excellent sluts. That sight, the so...

Peter makes his way up the stairs, the motion sensor light clicks on, illuminating his form: a man in uniform; he comes in through the unlocked side door, and breathes a sigh of relief as he crosses the threshold, closes and locks the door behind him. Past the kitchen-- and continues to the bedroom; having taken off his shoes at the door and then the upper layers of his clothing along the way. He finishes undressing and arranges his clothing on a suit rack....

First Order
Part 1
It was quiet inside the room, with the exception of the air conditioner. It was freezing cold, but he insisted on it being set to 65°. Her nipples were hard and tight as she scurried from room to room gathering and placing objects here and there, again, as he had insisted. She took another sip of her drink to finish it off and calm her nerves. She liked tasks, even difficult ones that weren't obvious as to their need, especially in this situation....

"This is Brad, he belongs to Lois. Since our previous session, Lois has convinced Brad to take the next step in becoming her submissive. I believe that each male is different and for each of them, there is a natural next step if they want to please the dominant women in their lives. For Brad, that means acknowledging his servitude in front of witnesses."...

I met L in a bar where we used to hang out on weekends after work. She was seated not far from me at a table with a friend. As I walked past their table, I noticed an accent that told me she was from the same country as me. I politely asked her if that was the case, and we chatted briefly about what we were doing in this Midwestern town. She was working on a master's in veterinary sciences. I noticed her friend checking me out, and since I had left my friend alone, we exchanged phones, and I went back to my...

He heard it before he saw her.
The sharp, deliberate *click* of her heels echoed through the hall. A sound so precise, so unmistakable, that it sent a cold shiver down his spine. His breath hitched. Muscles tensed. His body knew before his mind could process--she was coming.
A second click. His throat went dry. His pulse drummed against his ribs like a prisoner begging for release. He didn't need to look up to know she was near; he could *feel* her presence saturating the air, as if the very molecules...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Mia or Eric, please feel free to pretend this is about you.
Mia
Eric was always too eager. Like a puppy with a foot fetish and zero self-control....

This is a first story from a long time lurker.
My grateful appreciation for editing, goes to Kenji Sato.
EAST WEST RELATIONS
When Greg had finished reading his mail he said to himself "well that's it then." Sighing, he placed the final Decree of Divorce Certificate down on the table. Finding himself alone, for the first time since his teenage years. Unburdened by marital restraints, free as a bird, open to new adventures. But totally miserable. It hadn't been an acrimonious split-up, but painful al...

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I knew I was in deep shit the moment I heard Megan's footsteps getting louder. The pace and volume just screamed something was wrong. She stormed into the living room with my laptop clutched in her hands.
Her straight blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, shimmering under the soft lights like some furious angel, and her blue eyes, usually so damn gorgeous, burned with a rage and quiet intensity that made my stomach turn over....

Chapter 1: Arrival in the Mountains
"You're such a case, Linda!" Tomáš declared, loud enough for the whole mountain lodge restaurant to hear. Luckily, the blare of old rock hits from the speakers, and the hum of the crowd drowned him out. Linda rolled her eyes--Tomáš's reputation as the guy who always spoke his mind was a well-worn fact in their relationship....

Chapter 12
Rob rose early on Monday despite Michelle's instructions, stole out to the street in the dark and retrieved the newspaper.
The smell of fresh coffee awoke Michelle right after she'd shut off her alarm.
"Careful," Rob warned her. She sat upright. Rob helped her put an extra pillow behind her back. He put a tray with a boiled egg, toast and the delicious smelling coffee over her lap. She'd forgotten her breakfast-in-bed tray, with its legs, but somehow he'd found it. God, he'd make such a ...

Saturday Morning
It had been a strange night for John, having a naked slave girl sleeping at the foot of his and Olivia's bed. For her part, Olivia had not pressured John to do anything he was not comfortable with, and while he had seen his wife out of the corner of his eye while he fucked Sarah bent over the end of their bed last night, she did not seem to expect him to do anything else once he had cum over the girl's back....

Chapter 11: Absence
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In fact I was away for nearly three weeks but I spent it on a high.
Bryony sexted, pictures herself in the harness and then one of her wearing her tail. It was the same colour as her hair. 'i thought it was time you saw this' her text read alongside a lovely rear view, clearly taken in the kitchen with the tail hanging down between her firm thighs. The whipmarks I'd inflicted were fading. As well as the harness, she was wearing her boots though they weren't laced up because th...

Author's note: I wrote a story twenty years ago, and it turned into a twnety plus part series. Some of the later stuff came out really well in my opinion. But the original parts... are hard to look at now. So, as an experiment, I took my original chapter and completely rewrote it. The basic plot is the same ridiculous thing. Just the structure, dialogue and characters are updated. Is it better? We'll see....

That moment stretched unbearably, a creeping tide of realization washing over Johanna as the room's silence took on a suffocating weight. She had been so focused on her upcoming presentation that the shift in the room had barely registered at first. The stiff expressions, the poorly concealed smirks, the darting eyes....

Our room brightens as the winter chill seeps through the windows on this crisp December morning. Thankfully, the duvet is thick and warm, wrapping me almost as tightly as your arm around my waist. My chest, still rising and falling with the slow breath of sleep, counters your sudden consciousness as your eyes begin to open....

The Price of Obedience Pt. 03
Ch. 6
Brianna felt a chill run down her spine as she read his last message. He knew where she lived? How? She had been so careful to not let anything slip to his driver.
How?
Her fingers hovered over the send button. She deleted it. It sounded too weak. She was giving him too much control. Her phone buzzed again....

A look of sadness overcame me as I sat in a parking space maybe fifteen spots from the door to Ye Treasures of Olde. For the past six months, like clockwork, I had made my way to this particular shop with my sister, Heather, to see its owner, Maureen.
Before arriving each Saturday Heather and I would take 15-20 minutes at the diner just down the road to write out on paper what we were wanting from Maureen when we got to her shop. This was Maureen's standing order. For the most part my sister and I wrote ...

As soon as I returned home from work on Friday, Ms. Rouge cuffed my hands behind my back. My feet were locked into a pair of thigh high black boots, and a stiff leather collar was fastened around my neck. To complete the look, she secured a ball gag between my teeth.
Sleeping like this was next to impossible. I just had to lay there until I passed out from exhaustion....

"So, tell me: what did he do with you?"
"Well, as soon as we got inside I knew I had to strip."
"Inside the club?"
"Yes. Thankfully it's nice and warm in there. So I stripped naked and Mal put the collar 'round my neck, attached the leash then took me into the large main room. It's dimly lit and I could feel cold tiles under my feet."...

Canonville is a fictional place where all women are superior to the male population, and the males are constantly reminded of it. Female-led relationships and marriages are requirements in Canonville, along with strict, mandatory discipline for all males.
As I write this story and being a male who would genuinely love a dominant female to serve and worship, I find myself imagining her giving my bare bottom a hard spanking, even in the most embarrassing ways and manner. And I find myself wishing it was a ...