Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true) This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with. ...

I moved out of town and it’s been about a year or so but where I moved from I have been seeing pretty much the same Mistress her real name Mistress Suzanne and we had a real good relationship but when I moved she did get upset but what was I to do. She was very good at what she did and mixed it up often I never really knew what to expect but it was mostly all good. ...

Synopsis: Sub paul answers an online request for a slave boy addition to a Dominant Couple and agrees to the terms that the Sadistic Mistress Katie set up for him during the initial meet and subsequent weekend play scene with her Dominant husband Sir. He learns the hard way what it means to be a NO limit slave to his two new Dominants. It was Monday night and I was attending to Sir in his home office. He had bound me in a service position to him, kneeling with my arms pulled back behind me so my wrist cuffs were secured to my ankle cuffs, and my head tilted back in front of him. Sir was face fucking me again through a long hard oral session, giving me lots of deep throat practice as he repeatedly held my head tight to his groin forcing his hard cock down my throat! His orgasm was slow in coming but I was soon rewarded for my efforts when he groaned and his cum erupted into my mouth! Sir cautioned me to swallow it all and to not spill a drop, even in the drool as he pulled out of my abused mouth. I quickly swallowed two or three times, all the while trying to tongue the dripping wetness from his withdrawing cock. ...

Update (2012/11/17): Some more corrections Part I It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging. ...

Claire was a sight to behold. Bright blue eyes radiated from her tan face, framed by honey-blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare, as were most of her bosom and her entire back. A flimsy layer of shiny, silk-like material seemed to cover her nipples, seemingly floating along just in front of them. It hid little; just enough to be tantalizing. The slinky, shiny material seemed to cling to the underside of her boobs and flow down her front, often sticking to her toned belly. A belly chain sat just on top of her hips, circling the outside of the silky fabric as it flowed down past her hips. Below the waist, Claire wore a flirty skirt that seemed on the virge of riding up in front, and showed tiny glimpses of her amazing ass in the back. Starting just a couple inches below that, her stiff black boots ran down to her feet, perfectly molding her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet into the sexiest shape possible. They were so stiff that she couldn’t bend her ankles or knees, and this caused her to sway her hips more and take more steps, swinging her lovely chest and beautiful ass that much more. ...

Author's Note: I know lots of authors say this, and no one ever believes them, but this is a (mostly) accurate account of a real scene I recently did. You can believe me or not, that doesn’t change the fact that it really happened. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-six. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-seven. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-eight. Breathe in, breathe out - oh, god, please. Ninety-nine. ...

I’d lusted after her for some time. Having followed her through the small amount of modeling she had done, I had grown to be an avid fan. Not only because she was innocent and beautiful, but also because it was clear how much she loved bondage and submission. Living the life of a fetish model, I was always surprised that she complained as much to me about not being able to truly submit. Her last boyfriend was handsome for sure, but not into the “scene” as they say, and constantly disapproving of her work in bondage. As I grew to be her friend more and more, I tried to tell her she could find better, someone who would let her live her own life, but I think she never believed it. It was all I could do not to blurt out, “it’s me! I’ll make your dreams come true!” But I was involved myself, in a somewhat soft relationship that had stopped fulfilling my need to truly dominate. I was ready for a change, and I hoped Sarah was, too. ...

Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)! Chapter 1 Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound. ...

Author's Note: [word by author: this is my longest story creation to date, some 80% was written in the 2003-2005 timeframe, then it stuttered or was overtaken by other stories. The original spark of inspiration came from my wife, who asked for a story “with a bit more action this time, please”. If this is not enough action, I don’t know what is ;-). The reboot some 3 years ago got new steam when I “found the ancient civilisation” and why they made these toys. Overall I am quite pleased with the range of situations and encounters Burt gets to enjoy. ...

I approached the adult store with my girlfriend’s words ringing in my head, “Pick me up something for me to play with when your not here, and don’t be embarrassed, everyone visits these store”. I had been with Jenny for a few months now and she certainly wasn’t like any other girls I had been with before; confident, self assured and extremely sexual. She had taught me a thing or three!! Little did I know this shopping trip would be another part of my education. ...