Tag member submitted Erotica

There was a gag in his mouth but there were no sounds of pleading, because he and the Mistress both knew that there was no mercy to be found within her soul for him. All that he had now was sadness and a realization of his fate, and like her he was most probably going over the history they shared. She looked for that little spark of remorse in his eyes but could see none, only a defiance that was alien to her looking back

foot service & clean clothes. In this fantasy, I’ve been in my old apartment building’s basement, doing laundry in the laundry room. It’ll be extremely late, maybe 3 AM when I’ll hear the noise of boots approaching slowly

held captive against his will. She’s right. I’m short, scrawny and terrified. As her lean, powerful body approaches me, I simply stand still, with my heart racing. When she finally reaches me, she puts her hand on my mop of curly hair and pushes me down to my knees. She orders me to lick her boots. I sit on my knees, stunned in confusion until she leans down, grabs me by the neck and chokes for a good few seconds. Breathless, I regain my composure and put my mouth to her right boot. I lick slowly and carefully, obeying her command. After the right, I move to the left. I start kissing her boots after I lick them, and she is pleased. She tells me I’m being a good boy, and she orders me to undress

In the distance, I hear loud motorcycles, and they’re getting close. I eventually realize that they’re not on the main street a couple blocks away, but right behind me, and coming fast. I pretend not to notice and pick up the pace. They finally stop, all three of them. There’s a wall to my left, a bike to my right, a bike in front of me and a bike in back of me. I notice the riders are all girls.

When the young woman turned around, Keith was caught entirely off guard. What was he to say in his drunken, awe struck stupor? He stood there a blushing, stuttering statue, incapable of finding the words to explain such an awkward situation. He wasn’t the type to barge into girl’s rooms and spy on them. However, he found he would not have to explain himself. She had a warm, inviting look on her face as she finished tying the pony, and sort of understood his alcoholic buzz. She was stranger but she wouldn’t be for long

Bill knelt on the floor, shaking, blushing and cowering. His head was down, his shy face piercing the floor and his long, dirty blond hair dangled, nearly touching the floor. He was short, scrawny and timid looking: Almost innocent. He was in the house of a woman he’d just met, and his light brown eyes were lost in contemplation. He ran the events that had led to this moment in his head over and over and over again. The whole thing was almost surreal, or absurd even

It was the first chat. He was new at this. He didn’t know if this was the right thing to say. He didn’t know how to be a submissive, he knew his ex had said she’d never wanted to be a Domme, and he’d always need that, and she left. He had been confused he had never considered this and just assumed the small things they’d done everyone did, but when she’d said that, he knew in some deep hidden place, it was true.

‘This weeks loan payment is what I’ll keep my mind on’, thought Tegan and marched inside the Hotel with a determined and powerful step. ‘I like the lounge. The way the sunlight bounces of the river line bathing the room…

Sometimes I cut and style hair for Mistress pleasure, today I would be put to the test (written for Longbob).

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.