BDMS

Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was early Friday evening and she had arranged to meet her best friend, Sara Hamilton-Finch, for a quick drink after work. In fact best friend had become somewhat of an understatement recently.

Sara and Nicola had first met at veterinary college, Nicola the bookworm with a lower middle class upbringing in Manchester and Sara the effortlessly intelligent socialite from darkest Surrey. On the face of it not a match

Steve and I have been together a bit over six years, and we’ve been very happy together. We have many similar interests and sex has always been great, though not very adventurous, and at times we’ve had to shake ourselves out of the sameness that creeps in with most couples.

We both have professional jobs, and Steve usually leaves our house earlier than me. About five months ago after going through our usual morning routine of Showering, a quick chat over breakfast and a departing

Around two o’clock on the afternoon of her nineteenth birthday, Katie was bored. She perched on the arm of her Dad’s favourite chair and gazed out of the window at the quiet street where she had grown up. The house was on a T junction so Katie could look straight down a stretch of road for about a hundred yards, past the neat front gardens, to where the street curved out of sight. Nothing moved in the sunshine. The whole street seemed to be taking a summer afternoon nap.

It was

You walk straight through the hotel reception and head over to the elevators. Pushing the button you wait for it to arrive. You are wearing the tight blue jeans red hoodie that you know I like. Underneath is the black underwear from one of the pictures you sent me when we first started talking to each other.

The doors ping open and you step inside, pushing the button for floor 5. The doors trundle upwards and the elevator begins to rise. Your body is tingling in anticipation and nervousness.

He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed.

Tonight she’d push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him.

She’d searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leather, dark, soft and supple.

It snapped close and had four silver rings attached to it: one on the front, one on the back, and one

“What exactly is the problem?” Laura almost screamed. “I have the money and you have a service that I am willing to pay for. How can there be a problem? I’ll pay double.”

The look on Martin’s face infuriated Laura. It wasn’t arrogance, but it was his insufferable confidence and that she seemed so predictable. The infuriation was aggravated by his ability to make her feel her behaviour and reaction were always wrong.

She felt like a mouse in a maze and

By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit.

Almost a month had passed since our second “date.” I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together.

Even though he had to leave early, we kept in touch over the phone. His contact was addicting; I would get lewd but arousing texts during the

Warm gentle breeze blows across my face. Gentle kisses rain down my face from Seleucus. His large hands rubbing my body just the right way, nipples hard and my excitement growing. I love you My Master, I hear myself say. His voice comes like a melody upon my ears. It starts getting dark and I hear an awful laugh. It seems to becoming from Seleucus when his eyes go from royal blue to blazing green.

“Seleucus!” I yell waking with a start splashing water everywhere as Seleucuss hands

Paul’s out tonight and I am thinking back to our honeymoon, just a few weeks ago. Some of my readers have been asking me to write about the honeymoon sex, but most of it is really too intimate for me to write about. But I think I can write about the last night without giving away any secrets of the heart.

Regular readers know this, but I put in it every story because there are always a few who find me new with each telling. These stories are true, but I change the names of everyone but

They walked in to the room and let the door close behind them, finally alone. Instantly they were in each other’s arms, kissing hungrily. Suddenly she broke the kiss,

“Easy now pet, plenty of time for that. I’m going to go and change, why don’t you undress for me”. With a smile she walked in the bathroom.

When she came out the boy was naked, blushing as she saw him in the flesh for the first time. She was wearing an almost sheer lace top, her breasts straining at