A large collection of bdsm short stories covering everything from slave training to submission fantasies. Enjoy!
He motioned for her to come and sit on his lap. Softly he began to stroke her as only he could do. This only made it worst. Now she knew that he was tired of her. Then, without warning, he grabbed a handful of her hair and almost dragged her into the bathroom.
Since they had stripped me of my clothes I knew I had no defense and knew I was in trouble when she shrugged off her bedrobe, then reached for the hem of the shift she wore and slipped it over her head.
Half an hour later, Marinah cruised back to her penthouse. She had told the pig driver to drop her at the gate and walked the short length of the covered path, past the security to the elevator. The guard looked up at her and then at the wall clock.
When i woke this morning there You were turning me over on my stomach and restraining my free ankle. Then came first one wrist then the other. You got on top of me, straddling me. i can feel your hard cock nudging to enter my ass as you lean down and whisper in my ear, “do you know what today is my sweet little slut slave?”
Here I lay in silence, waiting, anticipating . . . listening for the sound of your slow, confident footsteps. As I wait I remember the last time. Was it an hour ago? Was it two? I try to sense the dryness in my mouth. But how dry is dry? And how long did it take it dry out the last time you wetted it?
I forgot my training entirely and avidly watched my Mistress cross the floor. Her bare feet caressing the Dorm tile as she stalked me. The black demon was hanging from her hand assuming a life of it’s own as it danced in the light. I was entranced.
The back yard in Vicki’s house was quite secluded, so she had been able to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and she would never have worn such a thing where anyone could see her.