BDMS

She sat with a glass of red wine listening to slow instrumental songs. She was remembering the past with her ex-girlfriend, Pria, the girl she had arranged to see today. They had quite a fiery relationship, and even though they seemed to hate each other now, they still had a passion between them. Danielle dropped her head into her hands as she sighed deeply, trying to think of how she would handle this conversation.

She knew Pria was up to something by the way she sounded on the phone. She knew

I sensed her controlling presence as soon as I entered the room. It was like a force field around her, something that I could instinctively feel but from which nothing could be seen. First I tried to ignore it, thinking it came from my overactive imagination. Eventually, it started to overwhelm me. It intoxicated me like too many drinks at a party, making me do things I otherwise would never have dreamed of doing.

“Hello Duane,” It started with the first two words out of her mouth

So, here’s a story you perhaps don’t hear every day. It’s a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I’ll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can’t believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.

I’m 40 years old and do IT work for the company, but I have a lot of free time on my hands. My

Becky bends over, leans into Paul’s ear. “It’s stuffy in here,” she says. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape her still life painting.

“Let me get rid of my jacket,” he says after Becky and pops

Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir – or the other any sort of pet names – but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made – but then while interacting – no assumptions should be made – that is where you need to find out your partner.

I am very much into the bondage aspect — think about it for a second — all of these

“There,” she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nun’s habit.

“You’d better watch out..” she hummed to herself, thinking of the impression her costume

Jack wasn’t sure what kind of surprise his partner, Austin Rhodes, had in store for him after their shift ended that evening. He never should have agreed to go along with whatever Austin had planned.

Jack Morgan didn’t much care for surprises, and Austin had been tight-lipped all day, answering all of Jack’s inquiries with, “Trust me, you’ll like this surprise!”

Now their shift was over, and Jack was beat. Another tough day at the third precinct. Being a

The sheen of the summer day glistened upon her skin. Dancing brown eyes gazed up at him as a light breeze tossed a stray curl across her cheek. His blue eyes pierced her soul and he lifted a hand to her cheek to brush away the errant tendril. Her expression became more serious as she watched, as if in slow motion, his face come toward her.

She wanted each moment of their brief time together to be branded in her mind’s eye– so she could retrieve it at any moment after they were no

Snaking a finger through the ring in the collar now around my neck, Mistress pulled me forward to meet Her in a fierce kiss. Her tongue moved into my mouth, possessing me. Moaning, I felt myself melt into Her, opening to Her kiss. Soon, I felt Master’s hand on the back of my head, pulling me from Her, drawing my mouth to His. Despite having just sucked His cock, this was… unexpected.

His lips against mine, His tongue in me. For a brief moment I almost pulled away, but only briefly.

A hired car takes me to the door of the hotel and the driver tells me I’m expected. Upon hearing my name, the desk clerk hands me a key card and an envelope. “Top floor, the door on the left.” He looks down for baggage, and seeing none begins to blush. I smile knowingly and make my way to the room.

The suite is nicely appointed and I wish for more time to explore the luxury. But the envelope beckons. A letter inside tells me to go the bedroom and open the box on the bed. I find a black scarf. I