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February 10th
I was surprised to be awakened by Master Robert this morning. I hadn't seen him since my first day out of the cell. I wanted to ask him where he had been, but he was silent like all the guards. Silence was also expected of me.
I suppose it's just a job for them. A secret, and likely profitable job, but there was nothing stopping them from leaving the compound for a weekend and going for dinner and a movie. Although, to be fair, they will be at this compound longer than me. It's their lif...

The morning after Pup came to help Neah and Meg was surprisingly uneventful. Pup had been allowed to sleep naked and caged at the foot of his mistress's bed. Around 5:50 AM, Pup felt a slight tug on his leash, as a sleepy Neah woke up, gloriously naked, their great tits bouncing in the chill morning light. Neah soon uncovered a raging erection between her legs, tugging on Pup's leash until his face was right in front of it....

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 Celine's lips. Mid term season was nearly over--one more day, one more exam. Her body ached with stress, but her mind buzzed with anticipation. Lia had never sent a message like that before, and the formal...

We get back to the room where you lead me to the shower, where we take our time washing each other carefully, enjoying each other's bodies, your hands tracing over the marks, angry red welts on my skin.
"Are you sure are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask.
I smile telling you "better than fine, I could not wish for a more perfect way to start the day, I love being marked as your property."...

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 critical to consensual BDSM....

Mel opens one eye to the familiar, if sideways, view of her living room, she can tell it's daytime. She looks down to see her party dress from last night on and a shoe hanging from one toe. She is positioned on her side with a towel spread under her head. There is a bottle of water, a couple packages of saltine crackers and two headache tablets on her coffee table. Her head protests her movement as she sits up and reaches for them all. Saying a little thank you to Bess for getting her home safe. Only a best...

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 hands shaking."...

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 everything that had taken place between them. Curiously, Dan had not raised the subject since. Mary thought he was waiting for her to make the next move. She was grateful for his understanding. Clearly, he wan...

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, panting....

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 fell asleep after we played. But I wasn't complaining either. I'd never been much of a napper, but in this case, it felt perfectly natural....

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 control....

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 knew the handwriting instantly....

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 little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"...

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 over us. Molly was standing on the other side of the desk, holding up one of my shoes and brushing it dry with a rag. The other sat dirty on a sheet of newspaper spread out on the desk between us, beside an unopene...

"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 was fun to sort out. She had known that the second was bi. Hell, it's one of the reasons she had been attracted to him. She didn't know that the first one was. When she found the two of them in bed together she...

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 pretty hot in its own way. Let me know what you think....

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 ceiling lights were dimmed to a surgical low. It wasn't designed for comfort. It was built to keep people off balance. It worked....

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 deadlines and quotas. It was that or end up out in the cold....

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 fictional age of 18. Consent is sexy. Probably don't try this at home....

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.
Once fully conscious, he lifted the covers and admired her work. She was currently running her tongue all over his shaft. As she moved her tongue, Corantin could see glimpse of the lewd mark now adorning her ...

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 could have some adult time. We had talked via Immediate Message for months, and then spoke on the phone a few times and at last met briefly at the Gale Street Inn. I was single at the time, living in the city, and...

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 get to this point but Ben took it like a champ. She smiled as she enjoyed the control over him....

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 who want you back at their mountain resort in a week - give all your attention to your one-year-old boy - and the neighbors you haven't seen in a few weeks....

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 over. So, she had never been more thankful for the pack....

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 it was. Pretty sore, but not too bad. Another hour from Dan's big hand should improve that....

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 corner like it was dying a slow death, or maybe that was just the bloke feeding it his week's wages with a glazed look in his eyes....

**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 who's always bossing everyone around but secretly fantasizes about being dominated. And the working class Irish guy who's sick of being pushed around by toffs but finds it hot when a posh woman begs him to...

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 placing the key on the table....

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 delivery of Chinese food. As this was our last day of service to Chris we dressed in his favourite lingerie, based around sexy bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders and that is how we answered the door to th...

**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, wearing a white bodysuit and nothing else....