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Up The Ass

by on Apr.06, 2009, under BDSM

Clare was beginning to be obsessed with the thought of being dominated by a younger female. She was in her late forties and married to a man who was wealthy and had his own business. She could have anything she wanted except the type of sex she craved and desired. Her husband was always too busy at work or too tired when he got home. 

She turned to the internet at first masturbating at the pictures she found only to find she was more attracted to the thought of a younger woman dominated an older one. The thought was sick but she couldn’t help getting wet and cumming at the pictures and stories. She even tried having sex with a few guys without her husband knowledge only to find it wouldn’t satisfy her need. (continue reading…)

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Yes Mistress

by on Mar.24, 2009, under BDSM

I had just got dressed for the masquerade party as a high school girl in pigtails and tennis shoes. With my white blouse, short pleated skirt, and as tiny as I am, I could pass for about 15 or 16, but I had recently just turned 18.

As I was running around trying to get ready, I heard the doorbell ring and thought to myself, is my date here already.

Answering the door I saw this lady mail carrier with a package for the people next door who weren’t home, and she asked if I would accept the package for them, and I had to sign the sheet for the post office.

As she fished in her pocket for her pen I carefully looked at her and her tom boyish features, and thought to myself the only way I could tell that she was a woman was her tiny breasts, which barely made a lump in her uniform shirt, and she sort of resembled Elvis Priestly.

With both our eyes looking at the pen at the same time we could see that it had split open and the ink was all over the pocket of her shirt, so I told her I would get a cold wet cloth to try and get rid of the ink and I also had a pen I could use to sign for the package. (continue reading…)

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My Husband Is A Slave Slut

by on Mar.20, 2009, under BDSM

Carina was again pampered, bathed, and provided with perfume. Two women spent almost an hour just applying makeup to her face and fixing her hair into a tight ponytail. Once they were done, another woman came in and handed her some clothes. The clothes consisted of a black, lace bra, black thongs, thigh-hi stockings, black high-heels with ankle straps, mid-thigh length black skirt and a loose fitting white wrap around blouse. Then she was left alone to dress. 

After dressing, Carina viewed herself in the mirror. She looked great. At only 5 feet, the short skirt and loose fitting white wrap around blouse showed off her ass and 36C breasts. Carina hoped Master would be pleased. Carina reached up and stroked her collar as she waited. (continue reading…)

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Be My Mistress

by on Mar.15, 2009, under BDSM

“You want to do what?” Cassie asked sitting bolt upright in bed.

My wife and I had just had a marvelous session of sex. We were nestled in each other’s arms enjoying what the sexologists refer to a “postcoital-languor”. That’s highfalutin for “feeling fuckin’ good afterwards!”. And believe me I was feeling good. Cassie is a wonderful bedmate. Just looking at her makes my cock hard, and I know from watching other guys around her that they are jealous as hell of me. She has the tits and ass that make men immediately spring to attention.

She has a great body and she knows how to use it. She really enjoys sex. She loves to suck my cock and she wiggles and moans when I return the favor by lapping her clit. My cock always finds her tight cunt-sopping wet as she writhes and thrashes to violent orgasms. She is nearly perfect. (continue reading…)

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Imagine

by on Mar.11, 2009, under BDSM

For a moment, as she slowly recovered and returned to normality, Mandy wasn’t sure of where she was. As though she was waking from a confusing dream, she slowly became aware of her body and it took her a moment to realise that she was spread-eagled on a bed, her immobility caused because of her limbs being tied and bound, the darkness caused by the blindfold wrapped around her head. Then, just when she was beginning to wonder if she had plunged from a blissful dream into a nightmare, the events of the last few hours flooded back into her mind and she remembered exactly where she was – naked, collared, blindfolded and bound before Mistress. She had never known that a simple kiss could deliver such passion, but she knew the kiss had been merely the key that had opened the floodgates, releasing everything that had gathered within her during the previous hours of anticipation. (continue reading…)

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Will You Do What I Say

by on Feb.27, 2009, under BDSM

The chairs were easy. Bobby had them done by Saturday. He could strip pieces for his customers and enjoy the work, but stripping something for Carina was a major turn on. His cock stayed hard the whole time he was working on the chairs. His mind painted pictures of Carina and her lover doing every imaginable kind of sexual act. 

Images of his own lovemaking with her were superimposed into the scenes now flooding his brain. He could hear her scream, “Don’t you dare cum, and I mean it.” Her look of disappointment as Bobby ejaculated out of excitement, from the very words that were ordering him not to. He knew then that it was only a matter of time, before she met a man with the right cock ,and the knowledge on how to use it to satisfy a woman. (continue reading…)

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Do You Deserve To Be Punished

by on Feb.17, 2009, under BDSM

What makes a straight guy want kinky, submissive sex? What makes him long for being turned into a sissy, being forced to have sex with men? I had asked myself this question so often, never being able to figure out the answer. But the feelings came back again and again.

Here I was, a man with a 6 year relationship with a woman who doesn’t suspect a thing, and definitely would not approve it. I no longer could keep my deeper feelings to myself, so I decided to date a bdsm-couple through the Internet.

To my surprise, it wasn’t all fakers replying: my advertisement was answered by a Zoey and Derek, an experienced couple who wanted a slave just as much as I needed someone to submit me. (continue reading…)

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Teach Me

by on Feb.08, 2009, under BDSM

He carried her across the door step. Placed her slender, tall body down as they reached the front foyer of the house. She looked at this man she had just married. She realized she did not know him. She knew him, but not well. He smiled at her and took her hand. Leading her down the main hall of the house to the sitting room.

It was a large home. A mansion of sorts. It had a sitting room, living room, library, solarium, formal dining room, breakfast room and kitchen with attached pantry on the first floor. On the second was four bedrooms, plus the master suite. Attached to the master suite was a sitting room, two baths, his and hers, laying between the two baths was a room with a hot tub and area for exercise equipment. An additional room, which she had never been in, for her new husband had always kept this room locked was just off the master suite sitting room. (continue reading…)

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