Month: April 2021

A sequel to ‘Lessons From a Soulmate’ My relationship with Kate deepened as the months passed. We still lived apart but she was more open to me staying over at her house on the weekends that her two sons stayed with her, but we had to be quiet in the bedroom. On alternate weekends the boys went to stay with […]

The conversation in the cab on our way out the highway was sparse and tense. We discussed our projects, trying to joke through the obvious awkwardness, but my typical free-flowing chatter abandoned me as it always does when I’m hopelessly attracted to a person. I kept looking over at James’ face as he drove the truck and catching him looking […]

Sperrington Lochmuir knelt in tired resignation. A new hood? Could there be a more onerous burden than the heavy old hood, heavy leather completely covering Sperry’s head and shoulders? Whenever Sperry’s wife Cyrilla had her big parties, she’d bind Sperry naked in the middle of the room, while everyone was still clothed and socializing.

This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Thanks, Dean I would also like to thank RhoEpsilonDelta for his editing skills. This work is much better for it and […]

My wife, Bridget, was at home already, as was her usual routine, when I arrived that Friday afternoon. I heard her in her office working. Bridget is a freelance analyst and consultant for marketing, among other things. She works from home mostly. “Frank?” She called from her office. “Come in here.”

As I pulled out my floggers for tonight’s scene my hands caressed the long black leather strips. I gripped the rigid handle and tugged on the loops to make sure they were sound. I inspected each flogger for damage and cleanliness. Knowing I would find none, as they were meticulously taken care of.

Reading from the report, Detective Johnson read one part aloud, “‘…she was naked, it was torture…,’ you get that from the song?” “What song sir?” the younger officer asked. “Clapton, you know… Cream? From Disraeli Gears, late sixties, early seventies. You know, ‘I was naked, it was torture…’.”

I’m a 40 year old bisexual Femme Dom, but I wasn’t always so open minded about my sexual interests. I came from a very rural, homophobic sort of background. Homoeroticism, bisexuality, or reverse role playing were strictly taboo for me.

I returned home from work somewhat tired, thankful that the weekend had finally begun. As I stepped from the attached garage into the kitchen, I was greeted with the scent of freshly-grilled chicken and the sight of My beautiful young slave kneeling just to the left of the door, looking up at Me with love-filled eyes as she wore only […]

La Maîtresse…as one of the largest private BDSM events held in Europe, it is an annual event of three-day duration, coinciding with the autumnal equinox and held in the heart of the environs of Versailles. Its hosts, André and Adriana de Lion are well known and well thought of in the international alternative community, their collar respected and sought after […]