Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper.
It read “Dominant couple seek males and females for ritual torture”. He had ignored the urge to respond immediately, thinking they
He was going to kill me.
Not merely an idle thought, but quite possibly a fact considering what I was about to do. I was treading not only the very distinct line of our abstract relationship this afternoon, but perhaps straddling the damn thing, erasing the permanent marker with the lacy tops of Chinese silk stockings, fraying the edges on the constitution of our very own sexual etiquette.
I rounded the corner with a fluttering heart beat, though a sure step; my 5 inch stilettos making a
“Be seated, my dear.” The woman indicated an armchair in front of her large oak desk. The young woman sat, legs primly together, her green eyes glancing around, taking in her new surroundings.
“You have been sent here by your family for training,” the woman said. She had a kind face, and her lips curved naturally into a slight smile.
“Yes,” the girl answered.
“Yes, ma’am,” the woman corrected. “While you are here you will address me as
You have me tied down to the bed, my limbs stretched and tightly secured with the silk scarves to each of the bedposts. A fifth scarf is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, completely blocking out all light. The faint scent of jasmine incense is in the air, combined with the smell of hot melting wax.
I strain to hear you, knowing that you are somewhere in the room… I feel the bed depress near me, your hand pushing a lock of my hair off my forehead. You lean down and kiss me, forcing
Chapter One
As he had instructed, she was naked and kneeling, near to the foot of the bed. She was facing the headboard so she could not see him enter the room, so she would be vulnerable to him.
She heard the door knob turn and her heart raced. In her mind, she kept repeating to herself what he had told her “Keep your head high, your eyes lowered and do not speak.”
It took every ounce of self-control to not look at him as he walked into the room. She wanted so much to see his face,
PROLOGUE
James Smith was lounging on the couch in his favorite beat up pair of pajamas, slowly perusing the Sunday paper sprawled on the floor beside him. He was flipping from page to page in the Entertainment section when something caught his eye. His sound of disgust caught his wife Sarah’s attention as she sat at the dining room table looking through circulars and clipping coupons.
Sarah glanced casually over at him. She still loved her husband and found him very attractive after their
Sadly, this is merely something that took place as a messenger conversation between a Nicole and I. I have changed the style into a more reader friendly story.
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I sneak up behind Nicole, grabbing her sides, tickling her. She gives off a surprised squeal, and I tickle her more intensely, making her squeal even more, squirming around in my hands.
I push her to the ground gently, tickling her as I lay her down and she squeals loudly, curling up on the ground still squirming.
I roll her onto her
Jack was 45 minutes from home, when he called Sue on his hands free cell phone. He had had a bad day at the office, and was in dire need of some R and R, and his little subbie Sue was the perfect antidote. She answered on the third ring.
“Good evening Sir, how was your day Sir?”
Jack smiled to himself, what a good little subbie Sue was, always so respectful, never questioning him, whatever he asked of her.
“Good evening Sue, I am fine, but today has been hell. I will be there
Preamble – a delivery.
The six foot, 210 pound guard dragged the captive blonde across the room. “Take your hands off of me, you goon.” She yelled as she raked a heel down the shin of her assailant. He manhandled her towards the small dark room that was to be her home for the next weeks. “Hey you great lunk, be careful with the merchandise,” her kidnapper admonished. “We don’t want this one bruised.”
Chapter 1: He Ain’t A Heavy…He’s My
I am trembling, my legs shaking from the force of the desire i have for You, Master, and i stand in front of You, sliding into Your arms, wrapping one arm around Your neck, my fingers stroking the hair at the back of Your head and my other hand tracing across Your cheekbones and i kiss Your chin, around Your mouth and finally Your soft lips.
Your cock is pressing against me, i can feel its hardness, Your impatience, and with only the slightest pressure from the weight of Your hand on my