Loving

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged. DISCOVERED You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different. ...

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play. Chapter 1 My weekend as a sex slave. The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff. It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage. ...

She felt it. I felt it. And I knew she felt it. My eyes shot open, greeted by the blackness of the blindfold. “Nooooo! NOOOOO!!! Ihh cahh eee!!!,” I shouted through the ring gag. But there was no denying it. Both my Mistress and I had felt it, plain as day. I thrashed against my bonds keeping me spread-eagle and face up on the bed, but it was too late. She had taken her mouth from off of my balls, my erection quivering in the darkness I could now feel crushing me. ...

Author's Note: I was writing this in a chat session with my girl as she was going to work, just something to keep her amused (and get her excited) while she was travelling. She told me it had her wiggling in the back of the taxi so we thought we would share it with you guys. We haven’t done this yet, we are apart at the moment, but when we are back together, we will… ...

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader. It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes. ...

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge. ...

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy! Part 1: Revealed The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game. ...

Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy. I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning. ...

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come. Chapter 1: Einführung The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came. ...

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Betsy shrieked. “Uh.” I said as my brain shut down. Before I could say anything else, Betsy was already halfway to the door, leaving me to deal with the stares of everyone the restaurant. And the check. This meal had been “Her treat,” as I had just maxed out my cards paying for a new transmission. I did not have enough money to cover her Surf and Turf. ...