A large collection of bdsm short stories covering everything from slave training to submission fantasies. Enjoy!
When the soap they watched had ended, Fred asked: “Mind if I put on a movie, Emma? I know you’ve got quite some collection.” “Be my guest, Fred, take your pick. And snail, you sit here in front of me, so I’ve got a nice footstool. Don’t worry, you’re permitted to watch – that is if our plans don’t change.”
It had been a long day at work, and during the drive home I tried to make myself relax, thinking of the evening I would spend, eating dinner and then kissing and holding my darling Elizabeth. She and I had been living together for some three months now, and she had been my obedient submissive for six.
Hunter slouched back into the large oak back chair…dressed in his knee-high boots….his black leather pants clinging tightly to his body. The bulge of his manhood pressed against the front of the soft leather….his eyes moving to the direction of the door just as fawn stepped through the doorway
Sandy Lynn snuck out just before sunrise. If she didn’t get out the door before mama woke up, she wouldn’t get a lick of fishin’ in this summer, and no tan at all. Mama would keep …
After the party, “Damn it!” thought Lynn – what the hell was I thinking? Here I am, she thought, in the middle of the stinking woods, in thigh high boots and a spandex mini dress. These …
When I started going out with Karen, I had no idea what turned her on. But it turned out we were quite well matched, I suppose. I was working in a café when I saw …
The canyon grew brilliant colours of yellow and oranges even before the sun crested the horizon. Shades from the hoodoos speckled the canyon walls and a left over night breeze rustled past the large firs. The …
Tori had been hooked on cyberspace for six months. Using “Online, USA” had begun as a lark, something to fill her time and an outlet for her need to write. There are so many interesting …
Earlier in the evening, i had fed the family and the Master and had gotten the kids to bed at the appointed time for a change. Master said he had to run out for a …
“Putting him over your knee isn’t new to you, is it not? You will remember that you used to help me rearing your brother when I had burned my hands, two years ago now.
This past sat nite, our good friend Master Korg needed our help to get the ball rolling on a Fetish nite that was starting at a local adult establishment.
We had been waiting for weeks for this party to come about, and now it was finally time to go! I spent most of the day preparing myself, my costume and our toybag for the evening about to start, i was getting very excited as my mind was racing, thinking of what nasty things we may do tonight..WEG..
Fifteen Whacks, by Thomas O’Hand Wrists bound to ankles, face down on the bed, her knees spread and stretched apart, hear back cruelly arched, she waited; exposed, naked, helpless; her most tender flesh still stinging …
He clutched the wheel and said nothing. The only sign of emotion was a small twitch as he clenched his jaw and concentrated on driving.
“Look at me..” She was looking down at the patterns that formed in the wooden floor. He waited and watched her.
Ready for Domination, he watched her return across the restaurant. She looked great. Her knee length, black dress suited her and he loved the red, ankle strapped stilettos
I met Master through on-line personal ads. We e-mailed a few times discussing our interests, exchanging photos and personal information. We agreed to meet for a cup of coffee and a chat face-to-face.
Becca had been very bad this week and she knew what was coming to her – discipline. She was afraid but excited nonetheless.
She waited, her days were filled twice over, she awoke before dawn and was rarely in bed before midnight. She had been there a week and not one word had she heard about him. How …
They were in the pub, she was aware of him immediately, their eyes met like the characters in some old black and white film but that was where the similarities ended.
