Jenna drove as fast as she dared. The wreck on the bridge had caused a stand still in traffic for thirty minutes and when it had started to move it was at a snail’s pace. She was fifteen minutes late. Jared would be displeased. He’d told her to be home no later than six-thirty. She left the packages in the car and went straight inside. “You are late.”
“Yes, Master, I am sorry.”
JaredMaster grabbed her wrist and pulled her quickly to the lashing post. Her
Alex couldn’t stop thinking about Serena. The paperwork below her was an unintelligible mess; her computer screen was a blur. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Serena’s bound body, writhing on the bed as she exploded with orgasms. Every beautiful facet of that experience was tantalizing her in that moment. All desire beforehand, tempered in comparatively tame fucking, built up to an excruciating release.
This is insane, she thought. I need to focus. Fuck.
She squinted at the
It has been a year today since my life changed drastically. I can remember that day with a vivid recollection that would scare most people. Even I was scared for the longest time, though it was a different kind of scared than most would recognize. I actually went through different levels of being scared. It was truly as if my world was flipped upside down that day.
It was spring and London was alive with the bustle of people enjoying the warmth of the day. I lived in a small street filled with
Tonight is the first time in three months that I have attended the monthly Saturday night mixer that has been a tradition in Portland for almost ten years. The initial group of about fifty people from fraternity affiliations, support of the football team
I’ve been married to my current husband, Anthony, for just over five years. In a former life I had a boring if not unpleasant sex life; little or no foreplay, no concern for my needs or desires. My former husband pretty much named the time, place and manner and I was expected to give him what he wanted.
Although I’m naturally a bit submissive, my ex pushed me beyond my limits so often that sex for me had become an unpleasant chore. Even my self-image suffered as he made me feel like
I had been waiting for months for an opportunity to try my new contraption out.
Let me back up a little. I am what you would consider a bondage addict. I have always thought of it as being taboo thoughts so I am about as much a closet bondage addict as one can get.
For years I would buy adult magazines and have to go to really sleaze places to find what I wanted, then I was so embarrassed having them I would hid them in cracks and crevices I’d find around my living quarters so no one
Prudence in the Big City
2 April 1911
New York City
I watched her place her carpetbag down next to a wooden cart on the train platform. I had been waiting for an hour to collect a shipment from “a friend” in Baltimore without a sign of my package. The girl I spied was taller than most and even in her country garb the outline of her large “virtues” shown through the simple fabric that covered her slim but sturdy frame.
The bulk of the guests and servants, assigned to pick
He had never told me his name.
That realization hit me suddenly, forcefully, as I hesitated in the doorway of the large, immaculate, well-appointed suite. The very upscale hotel clearly lived up to its advertising — which used words like “discerning tastes,” “classically comfortable,” and even “the ideal destination for enjoyment of discrete leisure activities.”
No wonder he’d chosen it.
“You seem surprised to be here,” he said softly,
Rita is a high powered executive with a large company. Through her work she has great responsibility. Recently she realised how stimulating and relaxing it could be if she was controlled. If she was made to do things, she no longer had the burden of responsibility. However giving up control could make her vulnerable. She may have to do things she didn’t want to. That, though, was strangely exciting. The first experience for this 45 year old woman, of the thrilling excitement of handing
Dr. Kessa Brammer led him through a creaking metal door into the last storage room in the antiquities department. He stepped past her at her direction, looking around the chamber with slight un-ease. He was perhaps her brightest student, which was part of why she liked him. She pushed her weight against the metal door, which creaked closed, and latched with an echoing click.
She smoothed her tastefully short skirt, and moved to join her student where he stood. Her long legs moved effortlessly