Toys

So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”. ...

Update (2012/11/17): This is the 3rd revision with a small update. I’m sure it isn’t perfect but comments are welcomed. This story is in the public domain. It may be copied without restrictions. While not strictly necessary, please retain this copyright notice with any copies. If in the event you happen to make money with this story I would appreciate it if you donate a small percentage to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (www.eff.org). EFF is the leading civil liberties group defending your rights in the digital world. ...

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result… strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Part 1 Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove. ...

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything! While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending. As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing. ...

Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven. Part 1 I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey. ...

Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number. ...

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. ...

“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.” Milton, Paradise Lost. Chapter the only. I looked out my office picture window and at the huge vista beyond. Another beautiful day, blue sky, blue water, probably up to maybe 75 degrees today. But of course, that was the norm in this part of the Pacific - the only bad days were during the monsoon. Of course, even the bad days were like nirvana compared to the interminable cold where I grew up - Montana, USA. If I ever left here permanently - and I wouldn’t unless it was just ahead of the law from somewhere - I wouldn’t even fly over my old freezing hell hole. ...

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. ...

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past. ...