The Games We Play by dejahcd ; Submission begins as an accident and becomes a release.
A Dinner Party To Remember by Capias ; Chapter one Several years ago I was in a female-led relationship with a woman I shall call Danielle. We decided to hold a small dinner party at my house that was tucked away on 23 acres deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. Danielle invited three of her fem-domme friends, and I serves as chef, waiter, bartender, and sommelier. Danielle and I decided that it would be fun if after dinner, I would mess up her drink order, giving her an opportunity to punish her pet in front of the guests
Bank of Darcy by Mule ; Darcy has all of the qualities I like in a woman: she’s confident, intelligent, witty and has a great sense of humor. She is the owner of her own business, and is an active member in a subset of the Chamber of Commerce known as the Women in Business Council or the WBC as Darcy refers to it as. As the name implies, membership is limited to women-owned businesses and women business leaders.
The App by Mule ; It’s called “jailbreaking:” that’s when you modify your smartphone to accept software that is not intended to be there. What Eileen was doing was beyond that. She had the back off, was looking through a magnifying glass mounted on a stand and had a soldering iron in her hand. She was removing some leads and putting another chip into the phone.
The Marker by Ariella ; would you do something for me? She laid out the towel on the carpet between the corner of the bed and the chair. Taking his hands in hers she led him to where she had placed the towel and stepped back.. He looked slightly puzzled as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt, starting at the bottom. ‘I’d like you to undo your belt and pants …just undo them. ’What did she have in mind?
Patience By Ajoz ; My heart races in anticipation of first meeting my Miss Tee. My mind has been in a spin since first receiving her acknowledgment. I never thought it would happen. Resigned to the scenario that the exploration of myself in the facet of servitude would never become a reality. All the secret inner thoughts held in my mind. To be able to please my Mistress by living out these thoughts. To have them become a reality rather than a fantasy
The Object Of His Desires by Alex ; His arms were starting to shake and he had a nasty cramp in his right thigh, so he was grateful that the movie credits were starting to roll on the screen. She had been using him as a footstool for almost 3 hours while she watched the movie and he was glad he would be able to move now. As she clicked off the DVD player, she looked down at him and said, “Is my pet getting a little sore?” “No Ma’am, it is my pleasure to serve as your footstool whenever you require it”, he said. “Such a good little pet you’re becoming.
Pretty Boi by AnnonaMiss ; He made such a pretty girl. My hand in his hair is gentle, fingers dancing over his scalp and down to his neck. He stares at me in confusion from his customary place naked at my feet; I almost giggle, knowing he must be wondering why I am being so “nice”.
the Bench by AnnonaMiss ; “Damn it, damn it, I hate it when I’m late, gawd I’m going to be sorry for this” I grumbled softly to myself. Buzz… Buzz… giggling to my self I realize I might get away with it she’s not here, she’s late also. Soon he would bound and waiting
Scene One, acts one two three by Aradria Setting the scene for play, Ready, set, go!
Suzanne when she tried by Budgie ;I studied the familiar sights from my childhood, for some reason that day they were very clear to me; in the hot late January afternoon all the memories flooded back. It seemed like only yesterday but it had been twelve years since my parents sold the family home next door and moved on. A little bit at a time our old place had been radically altered by the three subsequent owners; my bedroom window that I stared out for hours was gone – replaced by cold aluminium sliding doors leading onto a weird looking deck, the wonderful big above-ground pool was gone, the trusty old garage gone; everything had changed.
Remember by CBTPete ; how can he forget! As he woke and his eyes sorted out the kaleidoscope of colors into discernible objects he then realized the seriousness of his situation. He was naked, and securely bound to an odd chair. His legs were spread as the chair seat was in a “V” shape.
Burglar Chapter One by CBTPete ; There was a flight of stairs, ascended looking for the bedrooms and the jewelry. At the top of the stairs he entered the room on the right, it was unlike anything he had every seen! There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, a torture table, hand cuffs, and whips! His cock went instantly erect!
Burglar Chapter Two by CBTPete ; he wanted was her things of value. Hours later she arose from her slumber, the previous session merely an afterglow to her body. She stretched and sat upright. Looking down she saw her slave, pete.
Burglar Chapter Three by CBTPete ; What a life altering mistake he had made, breaking into the dungeon to rob the place only to be captured and turned into her fantasy slave. She had never met a slave who should withstand such intense CBT, in fact just thinking of what she had already done to him made her wet with desire.
The Ware Revisited byCBTPete ; As I took my position I thought about all that had transpired leading up to this.It started so innocently. An asshole flamed Ms Norma Jean on her Yahoo Group. Well being the Southern Gentlemen that I am, I could not stand by and allow that to go unanswered! My reply was in true Southern form, and then I apologized to the Mistress for his total lack of Manors..and accused him of being a Damn Yankee.
Weight lifting by CBTPete; CBT and weights. How much weight can he lift for her.
The Mistress by Chesireboy; It was Halloween at midnight. She sits on the edge of her four-posted bed, legs crossed. Her black bra, skinny panties and killer heels glint in the ethereal light. Four red silk scarves tied to the bedposts trail in a breeze from an open window. ‘Come here,’ she says.
Ravens Collaring by CrymsunStar; Raven had trained for a year in preparation for this day, and he had spent an even greater deal of time fantasizing about it. His Priestess, Lilith, had come to him last night with the news, “My dear Raven, you have finally earned your collaring”. She then divulged the rules he would have to follow for the next twenty-four hours. He was not allowed to speak, eat, was only allowed to drink water and absolutely no masturbation!
The Red Bum by David682;The time had eventually come to have some leave, having just spent a spell in the jungle of Belize. I had been writing to a ProDomme I had replied to in a magazine, and had arranged to meet Her in Her London rooms, whilst I was staying at a Services Club. She had promised a long session and only taking a tribute for what She would take for 1 hr.
Groceries by DB;for the one he would gladly eat olives for. He stood in the queue waiting the cold had made his skin into goose flesh, and he was sure people could see the outline of the black plug he held within. His nipples tightening made the small subtle clamps bite deeper and here he stood trying to calm himself, his body invaded with Her, his nipples on fire, collecting the groceries she had told him to fetch.
Her Feet by DB; under her feet he found freedom. he’d been laying there awhile, on his back, Her feet upon his face, heels a gentle pressure over his eyes Her toes pointing downwards, gently resting on his chin. Every now and then when She giggled at the programme She watched She would bring them together, squeezing his nose and cutting off his air, and during the adverts he could tell She was bored
Late by DB; A Domme is kept waiting. Knackered he climbed from the car, stretching his back as he walked towards the house, music was blaring upstairs and he smiled, She was happy, listening to the words he hummed them as he pushed the key into the lock “these boot are made for walk…..”.
My Tormentress byDB; The journey to his beautiful Tormentress. I am writing this in a nice little café. The sun is warm upon my shoulders and the scent of fresh coffee assails my nostrils as I wait. A text arrives and grinning my thumbs fly across the pad in reply. Just thirty minutes before she arrives, hardly anytime really, not nearly enough to tell you about her, and most certainly not enough to tell you about us.
Antony01 by MissBonnie; I was the lead pony boy in the Compound’s stables.
David 01 by MissBonnie;When I first came here, I was just one of the many slaves here. Or so I thought. I didn’t realize then that Mistress Princesca had special plans for me.
David 02 by MissBonnie; I am Princesca and it is my pleasure to demonstrate for you my newest invention. I call it the ‘Displayer’ and it has many uses. It positions the slave, quite comfortably, in such a manner that his cock, balls, and ass —— or for the female slave, her clit, vagina and ass —— are offered for discipline. Positioned this way, the slave is made available for anything.
George01 by MissBonnie ; I was standing there in Mistress Gwen’s private chamber, legs spread, bent over, with my hands touching my toes. She was standing behind me, correcting my pose in minute ways. Obeying her, I arched my back and pushed my ass higher. But she grabbed my hips, angling them up even more. Silent encouragement spurred me on
Jason01 by MissBonnie ; whap with the paddle on my burning butt. “Slap!” Another whap with the paddle on my burning butt. That makes eight. Only two more to go and then I could relax. I kept telling myself not to cry, not even to whimper. And I was concentrating all my energy into not moving a muscle.
Jason02 by MissBonnie ; I’ve had countless enemas since arriving here at the Compound, and yet every one was a little different. I knew the basic routine, and yet the variety of Nurse Katherine’s technique makes each one unique.
Jason03 by MissBonnie ; virgin ass to her strap-on.
Jason04 by MissBonnie ; “I had this dildo specially made just for you”
Micheal01 by MissBonnie ; lead pony in the stables. My last owners were a dominant married couple. They liked to include me in their lovemaking sessions, and although I had tried my best to do whatever they wanted, I didn’t think they were very happy with me. They never spoke to me except to give me an order.
Micheal02 by MissBonnie ; “Michael. Your former Master and Mistress released you to my care. You are mine. To do with as I please. To use in any manner I require. You will soon learn exactly what my needs and desires are, and you will make certain that you fulfill them exactly as I wish.
Micheal03 by MissBonnie ; I was once Owned by a dominant couple…I now belong to King. I am a slave, I have no choice but to welcome Kings cock into my anus and thank him for the pleasure of being used.
Nickolas01 by MissBonnie ; My name is Nicholas. I’ve been a slave here at the Compound for five months. Although I’m not officially owned by anyone —— not yet anyway —— I’m being trained to prepare me for next summer’s slaveauction, where I hope to be purchased by a loving Mistress. My dream is to devote myself completely to her —— whoever she may be —— in hopes that she will find me worthy and keep me with her always.
Parick01 by MissBonnie : My job is to literally do anything that needs to be done here. Pruning, weeding, mowing, propagating, mulching. I’m extremely lucky. Being out of doors, working with my hands in this beautiful place is sheer heaven for me. Naked and barefoot . . . and as close to freedom as a slave can get here. Mistress Bonnie- completely naked!
Patrick02 by MissBonnie : There I was, sitting on the grass, my mind and body still in the afterglow of orgasm —— by my own hand, which I knew was strictly forbidden —— and finding Headmistress Princesca standing there looking down at me. I’d never seen her so furious.
Robert01 by MissBonnie : Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was handpicked specifically for her. It wasn’t until after I arrived here that I found out what my future would be. At first, I was afraid, I admit it. I may have come here of my own free will, but I didn’t really mean for this lifestyle to be permanent. To be all encompassing. I thought it would be a fun vacation from reality. But as the days and weeks went on, I realized that this life was exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I had always secretly wanted.
Sean01 by MissBonnie : Sometimes I cut and style hair for Mistress pleasure, today I would be put to the test (written for Longbob).
The caged Prodomina by MissBonnie : A return to lifestyle lost for a prodomme. Today would be her lucky day