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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...

"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....

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 ...

Chapter 6
Rob's week with Michelle began on a Saturday afternoon in early April. Rob rang the bell at her front door, she opened the door almost immediately. She greeted him with an embrace. "I didn't want you to be so timid. I expect you to come in and go straight to the white door."
"Helena will be back in half an hour, she says, an errand here in town. There are two more cases in the boot of her car."...

Thistle couldn't help but check to make sure her makeup was done right one last time. It looked good, a touch sloppy, but good. To be fair she hadn't had much time to work on it after Archer had left her as a ruined mess in the office. He honestly seemed proud of it. Each time he caught her checking her makeup that stupid smirk appeared on his face. She hated and loved it all at once....

Three days after fucking Sophia against my window, I was back at LENS Studios. This time, it was for a group editorial--five models, including both Sophia and Vi, for W Magazine's "Next Generation" issue. The irony wasn't lost on me that Vi, at twenty-seven, was positioned as part of the "next generation" alongside girls half a decade younger....

The Worst Handjob
This is the first time we are to meet, I'm nervous and excited and I imagine you are too. We met online. I answered your ad. The one that you placed so patiently and consistently each month for over a year, asking for someone to pay attention to the heart of you. And here we are on this Scottish beach, meeting each other for the first time. It's not too windy and it's not raining, we're lucky. You are taller than I imagined, broad shouldered. You are a lot of man, more than I am used to...

☆ Note - this is dark. D. A. R. K. There's bondage, sadism, objectification and images of extreme sex. There is questionable consent. There is verbal degradation. I know this.
No need to comment. Free speech.
DONT DO THIS.
Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way.
If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional....

Friends, I have a long and detailed story to share with you. Please take your time to read it when you can fully enjoy it. I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments if you liked it and want to read the further part!
Roza aunty, (wife of Rashid uncle) is my Mom's Kitty friend, She lives in the opposite apartment complex to ours. She stays all alone as her kids were in boarding school, and her husband was working in Dubai. So, she spends a lot of time by herself....

I was nothing to her. Less than nothing.
That's what made me want to break her.
LENS Studios buzzed with the familiar chaos of a high-fashion shoot--assistants scurrying with reflectors, makeup artists touching up already flawless faces, the photographer barking orders while stylists fussed over clothing worth more than my monthly rent. I moved through it all like a ghost, setting up lights where directed, adjusting equipment, fetching coffee--a nameless cog in the machine....

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
"But Judy... it's just a junk yard," my Dad argued.
"Dad, we shouldn't be arguing about this," I rebutted. "First of all, your doctor says that arguing is bad for your health, and you should just be taking it easy. And second of all, it's due to your declining health that I dropped the job that I'd had for a year in that other city to move back home here and take over the family business. And by the way, I can see why you like to call it a junk yard, bec...

It was late on a Friday afternoon when police got a call for a noise complaint at an apartment near the town's university. The caller reported to the 911 emergency line that they could hear spanking, smacking, and yelling from inside an apartment above them. Due to the potential significance of these claims, the 2 closest officers were dispatched to the apartment. Officer Amy and Officer Sean arrived simultaneously to the parking lot of the apartment and went inside and started working their way up the step...

This story takes place at the Western College of Locks and Keys, a modern academy of magic. Students who choose to pursue this unique program are challenged to follow a strict chastity regimen, to heighten their sensitivity to chemistry, desire, and dom/sub dynamics. These are the sources of their power....

The Velvet Room: Mistress Lenore
Author's note: Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the feedback and the supportive comments on pt. 01. I really appreciate it. I have made an effort to make this submission longer.
Ch. 2
Pet.
That simple word sent a shiver down Victoria's spine. She wasn't even sure from what. Embarrassment? Excitement? Fear? A combination of all three? All she knew was that she was more aroused in this moment than she had been in years. Perhaps ever. What was certain though was from...

All he said was that she'd fit his 10 List. It was a simple statement, yet it intrigued her enough to follow him to his place from the bar. It was about 45 minutes away, but her anticipation made the drive seem like a trip around the block.
As she pulled up behind him her anticipation grew even more. Not at all what she expected. This place was classy. Three story stucco with clay roof shingles, giant glass bay window, elegant stained glass front door, wrap around driveway, garage with attached separate ...