Category: BDSM

A colleague asked her, “So, Sandra… it’s almost time for vacation. Are you going to the Hamptons again this year?” “Not this year, Charles. I’ve not completely decided yet, but I’m tired of just going to the Hamptons summer after summer.” He chuckled. “Well, as they say, a change is as good as a rest. I hope you find something […]

Gwen sat in the bed, waiting for her husband to finish in the bathroom. She wished she had something to read, but all the books and newspapers in the hotel were written in Hungarian or Romanian or some foreign language like that. So instead she sat and glowered.

Her master had called and told her he was taking her away for a surprise treat for the weekend and to pack light as she wouldn’t be needing much. She was excited when he picked her up and she asked where they were going but he just smiled and said “wait and see”.

I was misbehaving when I met the goddess. It happened at a Christmas party and normally, I hated events. I didn’t really, er, people. I was there for my job, though, and I’d figured out a way to misbehave at these kinds of things, my social coping mechanism, if you will.

Finally, the kids are in bed. It’s not easy being a single mom. I hadn’t had sex in years, nearly eight years with no dick! Thankfully, I had a weapon, something to help combat my loneliness. I made sure that my kids were deep in sleep before I went to my room and closed and locked my door. The duct […]

“Bondage Models Wanted,” is what the ad read. My girlfriend had been a bondage model for sometime, and she made a nice side living doing it. I had been to a few shoots with her, so I knew what to expect. You got stripped, tied up, toyed with while the photographer took video and stills of you, you got paid. […]

Kierstan had been with her Dom and boyfriend Grayson for 6 months. After much conversation and establishing general house rules, last week she accepted his invitation to move in with him. She was elated at reaching the next step of their relationship, and Grayson had been busy creating a home environment that she could thrive in.

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

She awoke, groggily, scratched her pubic hair and stretched her other arm back behind her, feeling thoroughly rested. When she opened her eyes, the moderate lighting which illuminated the surroundings sent her into a panic. Her arms shot behind her and she sat up immediately, taking in the large mirror on the opposite side of the room, which showed her […]

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I’m a 20-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren’t always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox.