I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours… ...

Day 1 Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20’s, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses. ...

Author's Note: This is a partially true story that I’m hoping may soon be completely true. Happy Birthday to me hopefully! She already said no after looking at me like I was nuts. But I had persisted. This wasn’t the first odd request I had made. She’s humored my bondage requests before, also after acting like I was nuts, but once we were in the middle of it, it seemed like she truly enjoyed the experience of sensually teasing me while I was hopelessly immobile. Perhaps what she really enjoyed was seeing just how turned on I became. ...

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done. ...

Introduction It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse. ...

Halloween had just ended and my wife and I were talking about costumes from the party we went to. Of course, there were those who went to the costume store and went all out, make-up, wigs, authentic clothing etc… Then there were those who chose to go cheap with the poorly made costumes or they grabbed something at the last minute. Most of those were so drunk by the end of the party it didn’t matter to them anyway. We kind of took the middle of the road, went inexpensive, and borrowed some costumes, but looked cute. ...

Author's Note: This is (potentially, if all y’all ask) part one of a three part story covering Princess’s adventures over the course of a weekend here in the beautiful Bay Area. While this is a work of fiction generally, much of the content is drawn from actual situations, and I tried to keep it as realistic as possible. In addition, this is the first story I’ve attempted in the woman’s voice, and specifically solicit feedback from those of the fairer sex as to any problems or improvements you see. ...

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself. ...

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy. “Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.” Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber. ...

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM. Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital. ...