Loving

‘This is a nightmare’ Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family’s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits. ...

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy First night. “Come on, please”. I pleaded. Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave” I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed. ...

Author's Note: The first story I’ve ever felt okay enough about to share publicly. I still don’t think it’s great, mind you. You’ve been warned :) It had been more than two months since he’d last been permitted to cum. Their sex life, he would tell his male friends when they asked, had never been better. And this was true, in a sense. Her orgasms had never been so powerful, so charged with erotic intensity, as they had become now that his were disallowed completely. It was almost as though, in the time before, they had both been drawing from the same finite spring of pleasure, and that now, with him forbidden from partaking, there was that much more left over for her. She had always been beautiful– her dark Mediterranean features, lustrous black hair, and full, supple ass– had always made him feel starkly inadequate, standing beside her in public. But now, she seemed to glow ten times more radiantly, casually confident as she projected an aura of sexual satisfaction to everyone who saw her. ...

Author's Note: I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I’ve never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I’ve marked it as part one as now I’ve introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit! Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I’m sure we’ll see more of the two couples! ...

Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here’s hoping . . . I hadn’t really expected the night I had in store. I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her. ...

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day. “I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.” What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush. ...

I settled back in bed as much as my bondage would allow. Now THAT was an orgasm Or those were orgasms. They? Whatever, My clit was worn to a nub and my mind was mush. Good times. The problem was, by the time I put away all my toys, I’d be horny enough to want to unpack them again. More good times. My sigh was muffled by the gag as I prepared to start unlocking stuff. I slipped the key to my cuffs from the pouch I had sewn at the bottom of my corset. ...

Prologue I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband. I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too. ...