Olivia, lying face down on the massage table, was absorbed by the warm, relaxed feeling of the massage she was experiencing. Betsy and Candace had worked their way down to her feet, and olivia was moaning softly with pleasure. As they finished working on her feet, olivia vaguely wondered what would happen next. "All finished?" It was … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interlude 5
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Playing On Retreat
A work retreat I had scheduled has given Sir Jon and me an opportunity to have time together with privacy on my end. This has been an amazing gift. Well, a gift to go with the gifts he had sent me earlier this week! I laid out the toys as soon as I got here. Every time I … Continue reading Playing On Retreat
Wicked Naughty Interval 3 and Xmas
The two wonen standing in the doorway were not dressed in cute, kinky attire, they looked more like yoga teachers. Olivia felt even more aware of her own exposed state and moved to cover her breasts. Nora quickly stopped her, 'No, Olivia, put your hands behind your back, please, when you feel an urge to cover up. That's … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interval 3 and Xmas
The Spanking
She headed for bed with a heavy heart. Her optimistic expectations about a project at work had been dashed. She was disappointed and anxious and out of sorts. He was reading, sitting comfortably in his chair. "Hey," he said. "Come here," adding gently, "Please." She turned toward him, "Of course, Sir," and he saw the sadness in her … Continue reading The Spanking
Submissive Humor
"Submissive: "Oh, no, not the whip, Sir, please, Sir, anything but the whip!! Dominant: (waggling eyebrows, Groucho style) Anything? Submissive: The whip, the whip!!" That is so old, I don't remember where I first heard it, but it has always amused me. I also don't know why it's been going through my mind the last … Continue reading Submissive Humor
O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
And finally, "Five," she said. Sir removed the ice from her nipple, which was still freezing, but he closed his mouth around it, all hot and wet, and she moaned with pleasure. He sucked and nibbled for a bit, and it was like he was tugging on a direct line to the heat at her … Continue reading O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
"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)
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?
Just a Quickie, Part II
"Yes, Sir," she said, cautiously, hoping he would remind her what they'd decided. She wished she weren't hanging upside down while he played with her butt. That thought almost made her giggle, and she added to herself, "hardly anybody could do their best thinking balanced over someone's lap, ass up, head down." But he was … Continue reading Just a Quickie, Part II
The Reclaiming, Part 3
This series starts here. He removed the nipple clamps quite unexpectedly. Overwhelmed with the pain of circulation returning to the nipples, she cried out, moved her hands to rub the nipples. He caught her wrists, stopping her from touching herself. Chuckled as she twisted, struggling against the pain. “Here,” he said, pulling her arms up, … Continue reading The Reclaiming, Part 3
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