Bree fiddled with her wedding ring as her new husband drove the car up the winding road. Though happy, she truly never thought she would be here. Even the word ‘husband’ still made her head spin. She had been completely independent her whole life. Captain of the debate team in high school, class president her senior year, until she was removed for organizing a protest against the schools ‘sexist’ dress code. She graduated top of her class Pre-Law, and published multiple articles in the universities paper about sexism displayed by the schools staff. She was going to Yale Law School in the fall, and she planned on becoming a Civil Rights lawyer. ...

Author's Note: Meg surrenders, knowing she will be broken and rebuilt as He sees fit. Chapter 1 The moment of truth, the moment when she could no longer escape, when her body was tightly bound and at the mercy of another, was always the same for Meg. It always aroused her. It always made her short of breath. It scared her, too, because she knew what could happen. She was no novice, and had offered herself to many dominants. ...

I arrive at my Mistress’ house at 9am and she’s waiting for me at the door looking intimidating. Dressed in knee-high boots, stockings, black leather skirt and a tight black corset, her breasts trying to escape from the tight confines of the corset and her long blonde hair in a ponytail, with her impossibly long eye lashes and luscious red lips, she is the picture of power and control. As I walk past her, she catches the cheek of my arse hard with her paddle, the sound of the leather on my jeans echoes around the hallway. ...

Author's Note: Author’s note for the reality challenged: This story deals with breath control. (Duh.) This is a really, really, dangerous activity. One which I’ve read (and I believe) is impossible to perform safely. No one can tell exactly where “the line” is which will result in brain damage or death. In fact, from what I’ve read, the vast majority of people who die from playing with breath control are people who are experienced in it. People who think that, because they’ve done it dozens of times, that that means they know how to do it safely. I tried as hard as I could to design a scenario which was as safe as possible. But I’ll freely admit that I’m not even one of those people who’s done this, and thinks he’s an expert, now. I’ve never done this, which means I’m describing how I think things would feel. ...

It was time to turn over. Brenda had been lying out for half an hour on her back and knew she would burn if she continued. Being a natural redhead had certain disadvantages. She reversed her position and laid flat on her tummy. “Scott?” she called out to her husband. He was in the kitchen fixing a drink. “Yeah?” “Would you put lotion on my back?” Scott came out and sat next to Brenda on her lounge chair. ...

It was just a feeling as it began and now it has become a way of life. It started in college when I was dating my first lover, he stated by holding my wrists over my head, he told me that it would allow me to reach a deeper orgasm. In graduate school my Psychology professor requested that a class member become a “case study” for our human sexuality class, I knew he wanted it to be me. As I raised my hand I only thought I knew what was in store for me. When the professor outlined the fact that I would learn more about my ‘submissive’ side I knew this would unlock part of me that I craved. ...

Part 1 Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely. ...

The buzzer sounded, indicating someone was at the door of the apartment building downstairs. Before Denise could cross the room to answer it, it buzzed again. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered. “Yes, where’s the fire?” she asked, unable to hide the annoyance from her voice. “Denise, it’s Britney, I didn’t know where else to go,” came back a desperate voice. “Oh, Britney. Wasn’t expecting you today, why don’t you make your way up and tell me what’s going on,” Denise said. ...

Author's Note: Story is based entirely on fictional characters and events..but man would it be fun to play out in real life wouldn’t it? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. More to come. Part 1 I couldn’t believe I had just walked past one of my better friends, completely naked with little to no thought. I was following basically a complete stranger. Let me rewind. My name is Brittany. I’m in my - well, let’s say late 20’s. I’m tall, long chest length red hair, perky chest, and a tight ass. I’m no looker, but I’m height / weight proportionate, and I think reasonably attractive. ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Serves a Crowd “When she gets here you’re gong to act just like a dog and greet her properly.” Theresa said as she tightened the black rubber muzzle around Brittany’s head, forcing her jaw shut and covering her mouth. “Paws!” Theresa commanded and Brittany raised her fists up as her mistress placed leather bondage mittens over her hands and tightened them, rendering her hands useless. Then she placed leather ankle cuffs on her and a leather collar lined with O-rings. She was naked except for the leather bondage gear. ...