BDMS

I was very curious about the lifestyle of the submissive female and how it would feel to surrender complete and total control of myself to a very dominant male. After several days of chatting with various men online, I finally found the male I was after. He was very cocky and sure of himself. I was made to call him Master from the moment we met and was instructed to write to him using only the color pink in my messages.

Every time that I forgot, he would make a mark on a piece of paper that was

My Adventures into becoming a switch were thrust upon me one evening, whilst, after a good seeing too, my boyfriend and I were engaging in pillow talk.

It had been a particularly enjoyable and energetic session, and, as was the norm, I was left feeling deliciously sore. I was bathing in the tender feelings of my spanked ass, which was now resting against the bedsheets, and my throbbing pussy.

I was, and deep down knew, I had always been submissive.

I don’t know when this submissive side

Doctor Charlotte Preston sat in her dark grey wingback chair and quietly tapped her pen against her folio papers as her client rattled on about his latest setbacks, as he saw them. She had been trying to concentrate all day with little success, Jackson was coming in for his appointment right after lunch and she could barely contain herself.

Charlie flushed a deep scarlet when thoughts of Jackson entered her mind, which nowadays was all too frequently and her case load was starting to suffer.

Sandals flopped against her feet as she charged down the sidewalk. A few heads turned, noticing her slightly disheveled clothing and the flush spread across her cheeks. A tight t-shirt was shifted to the side, thrown on in a hurry. Her white jean shorts were left unbuttoned, barely clinging to sweaty hips as she walked.

She charged her way down the sidewalk, breathing heavily with one thing on her mind. A hand reached into her pocket, finding a cell phone and unlocking it to start a text

I needed a vacation and a tropical island was the best remedy for the mid-winter blues. Any island would do, as long as it had warm, sandy beaches. So I booked a trip to Jamaica and before I knew it, I was on a plane headed south away from the snow and the cold.

My boyfriend Mike came with me and we left that day hoping for another great adventure.

I arrived pale, tired but excited about a week of nothing at an all-inclusive resort. All I had to do was eat, drink and get a tan.

Mornings were

It’s been a few weeks since my stories were discovered by Sir on the Literotica website. As it turned out, Sir and I live in the same city, about 10 miles apart. When Sir mentioned there was an opening in his company, and it was in my field of expertise, in order to be closer to him, I jumped at the opportunity.

Since being hired, Sir has made a point of calling me into office on numerous occasions, sometimes to talk to me, sometimes to have me assist him with a project. Sir has already

Week 1: They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.

As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my attempt at an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to my swollen balls by a hinged stainless steel clamp ring, and secured with a small brass padlock, which was, of course, securely locked.

The constant straining against the cage had woken me

You and I are planning to get together. It is all arranged so I have a babysitter, and you have things worked out on your end. I call you at work, that afternoon, but you are in a meeting or something, so I leave you a message. I simply state that I shall expect you at 6 p.m, not a minute earlier or later. There are no ‘brownie points for early arrival.’

While I am waiting for you, I get everything ready. By 4 o’clock, I am already wishing I had told you earlier.

I decide to

“What do you want for Valentine’s Day?” I asked, innocent of the results this query would have.

“What do you mean, what do I want?” Stacy asked back somewhat crossly.

“You know, do you want jewelry, chocolates, lots of roses, what?”

“You’re supposed to surprise me on Valentine’s!” she exclaimed.

“I know, but it seems so trite to try to surprise you, when there’s a predefined list of what constitutes a

It was by pure accident that Alyssa Cannon stumbled across the extensive, bondage file that her boss stored on his business laptop, but once the discover was made, she found it impossible to return to a state where she could look at Nick Nolen and simply see a reserved, somewhat arrogant, and often highly annoying accounting executive in one of the most prominent firms New York City had to offer; in the first days following her surprise findings, she felt herself flush whenever she was forced