Weekend Slave – 3

I was again strapped down to the Spanking Bench, my ass pointing up, my head down, my legs splayed. Master had just added another HUGE amount of lubrication to my impossibly spread asshole. "Ready or not, here I come," he muttered and began to insert his glove covered fist into my anus. I cringed and … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 3

What was OLD is NEW again – 2

Ivy stood anxiously beside the sawhorse as Sir perused her purchases. He picked up the clamps first, tested them on the flesh between his index finger and thumb then ordered Ivy to remove her dress.

Lunching with Mr. Mister

Lunch at the Office Mr. Mister, over the last few years, had remodeled his office with the help of both me and Janet, his Personal Assistant. Since the first time I'd brought him lunch, we had made my visits a weekly habit, more often if he requested it. With the updates to his desk and office, … Continue reading Lunching with Mr. Mister

I am His

I lay in exquisite torture, bound so that I can barely tremble let alone move. I cannot see or speak intelligently, only drool and moan and squeal. At least I can hear. My nipples are on fire and I've come so many times I'm exhausted, but the end of this torture is nowhere to be … Continue reading I am His

The Third Test

First Test Second Test After the second test and subsequent discussion, Jason and Mara agreed that BDSM outside added a new layer of submission. Jason fussed about having left slight bruising on Mara's backside and they agreed to go slower with the whips and switches, Jason deciding he'd stop every few strokes to check on … Continue reading The Third Test