"Selina came to kneel before him after her bath. Her hair was still slightly damp and she wore the caftan she knew he loved. He could tell something was wrong. It was plain on her face, and her head was bowed lower than normal. Whatever it was, he knew she felt the need to be … Continue reading The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
BDSM fantasy
Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
With her top neatly folded, and her arms raised, hands clasped behind her neck, she waited. Her breasts, of course, were raised nicely in this position, nipples still hard and extended, even she thought she might be asking for the clamps. The thought made her smile, but she tried not to let it show. Then, … Continue reading Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
Genuine or Not?
"No," she smiled, "I haven't. Not since - I don't even know how long it's been. Practically forever." He watched her face intently, watching for any sign of emotion. But not seeing a sign of any feeling, he said, "And that doesn't bother you?" "No," she said, "not really, it's fine." If she had stopped … Continue reading Genuine or Not?
“Take Care” Step Three
He was waiting for my answer, and I wanted to answer, but I was so shocked and embarrassed and - well, turned on, I was really hot. All those feelings just froze me. He laughed. “Alina. Look at me.” Slowly, I raised my eyes to his, and in that moment, all my concerns slipped away. … Continue reading “Take Care” Step Three
“Take Care” Step Two
HIs words lingered in the air. “Good girl.” I bit my lower lip, embarrassed at the rush of pleasure those words gave me. I couldn’t look at him, I knew he was watching me, but I don’t want him to see my reaction. We sat in silence while I carefully avoided eye contact and tried … Continue reading “Take Care” Step Two
“Take Care” Step One
"I think you need someone to take care of you," he said. I laughed, "Noooo, I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself. I've been doing it a long time now. In fact, it's usually me taking care of other people!" I expected him to smile, but he looked at me quite seriously, his … Continue reading “Take Care” Step One
The Man Behind the Desk
The man behind the desk shook his head, looked up at the girl sitting in his study watching him. Wearing a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and heels, she looked like a secretary. She even had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and glasses. But she was not a secretary. The man behind … Continue reading The Man Behind the Desk
The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Supplicant Part 2
The man behind the desk looked up from the pages he’d been reading. Then girl was seated in the wooden visitor chair, perched on the edge. She had been watching him closely, looking for a reaction, but as soon as he looked up, she dropped her eyes. ”So. This is your fantasy?” ”Yes, Sir,” she … Continue reading The Supplicant Part 2
The Supplicant
He sat quietly behind his desk. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes down. Waiting. Time passed, just minutes, she thought, but they seemed long. She knew, without raising her eyes, that he was watching her. She hoped the dress she was wearing hit the right note of pleasing without … Continue reading The Supplicant
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