BDMS

The candy-apple red Bentley slid down the ramp, cruising into the bowels of the underground parking garage. Overhead fluorescent lights reflected off its tinted windows as the car stopped by an elevator. The driver – a Nordic man with piercing blue eyes that were well trained to see nothing – exited the driver’s door and rang for the lift, then opened the Bentley’s trunk.

He removed a stylish black leather briefcase, then opened the passenger door. Another man stepped out of the car, and the

“Put it on.”

A flash of black flying through the air, and then, there in my hands, a blind fold. Play time. Mmmm yes, I so love play time.

Lickety split, I covered my eyes, making sure I couldn’t peek, turning my head, this way and that, trying to peer beneath the fold of fabric and failing. I wouldn’t want to be caught cheating.

“Kneel.”

I carefully kneel, my knees pressed painfully into the hardwood, my ankles crossing behind me in an attempt to take the

Jonathon J. Pierce was neither a morning person, nor a Monday person, and this moment happened to be both. Amy, his primary partner, devoted submissive and beloved pet, had been away since Thursday on a company trip to a marketing conference in Atlanta, GA and would not return until the coming weekend. While he missed her terribly, he got so little personal time that he jealously guarded what he did manage to scrounge up, so he’d had all weekend to himself and he was very “not

It was Friday night in Tempe. One of those glorious nights that Arizona is capable of. The temperature was just right the sky was clear, and Mill Avenue was in full swing. Every college town has what is referred to as University Row. It’s a street dedicated to separating college kids from their parents money. It contains an above average amount of bars and restaurants.

One of my favorite locations was at Hooter’s. It’s a bar on the second story of a building. It’s right on the corner of

You and I are both in our senior year at a small university in New York. We had been going out for a year and a half and had been renting an apartment together off campus for the past few months. About a year ago we began experimenting more when it came to sex. We had stumbled across the idea of BDSM and both found that we liked it. You are naturally commanding and protective of me. I am naturally eager to please, and have always had a slight masochistic streak. We treated it as a game, playing

Joe had been looking forward to a quiet weekend. The high-end renovation he had been hired to complete had a deadline and he had to bust his ass all week to get it completed on time. Now, with the deadline met and the check in hand, he was planning on watching baseball and drinking beer all weekend. He got up early to go for a run. He figured a good run would cancel out some of the beer.

He was glad he had put the coffee on before he left, as the whole house smelled like fresh roast when he

Peter and I were had been in LA for a couple of days, staying in a cheap hotel in Venice. Mostly we hung out on the beach, which is where we met Nola, Lara and Val. They were about my age and all very cute. Nola was a white, tall brunette and had a kind of wicked attitude about her. Lara was short — about my height — with beautiful auburn hair. Val was somewhere in the middle, and a California blond.

They were listening to one of my favorite bands from the 90s, L7. We struck up a conversation,

“Come closer.”

She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home. She knew it was pointless to ask how. More important was why.

“Closer, my dear. That skirt is very becoming on you.”

Alarm bells peeled in

I’m waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I’ve told the hostess that I’m waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It’s early and the restaurant isn’t crowded, so I don’t think we’ll have trouble being seated when You arrive.

I wonder if the hostess notices my nervousness. If so, she likely just thinks I’m waiting for a blind date or something. Little does she know that I know very well who I am expecting. My

Clear, warm waters and azure skies did nothing for her.

There had been a holiday, once, where she had sat on one of those white sanded beaches whilst grinning Caribbean boys brought her drinks under a “made in china” palm parasol.

The heat, even in the shade, was sapping.

Slipping into the artificially clean water did nothing to alleviate it. Rather, it only compounded the problem. She’d felt her pores closing in protest.

Warm water was no great thing, she discovered, when the