Bdsm Discipline


Strangers in the Night

Its late evening and slut has gone to bed early, she is feeling wet and frustrated, the house is empty for a few hours. You are lying in bed with just a nightie on and a small pair of sexy knickers. The the covers are off as it is hot and you are lying on your back with legs slightly apart in a very seductive way. You have fallen asleep as you are dreaming dirty things when you are awoken by a noise, you just have time to open your eyes before you feel a hand on your mouth. Unable to scream you are pinned to the bed by a masked man who is on top of you dressed in a black suit and wearing very strong but sexy aftershave. He pins you down putting his weight right on top on you.

Double Mistaken Identity

Jack was determined to fuck Donna, the mother of his daughter's boyfriend. He just got mixed up a bit. "Fine, have your damn costume party. But I won't be there" Mary promised. "I'll spend the night at mother's.""Oh hon, come on," I exclaimed. "You'll have fun.""No I won't," she countered. "You know how I hate those kinds of parties. Things happen that everyone is sorry about the next day.""Hon, that was years ago. It was a mistake. I said I was sorry a million times.""I'm not talking about you," Mary said. "I'm talking about Teresa. I don't care if she is in college. She lives here and will abide by my, our, rules. No sex until marriage.

Loaner

I was still fully dressed . . . but Sir had just finished removing his last few articles of clothing, tossing the items here and there. Watching him in the large mirror before me, I wondered what he had in mind and, even though my back was to him, he stared into my eyes in such a way that I felt a momentary chill course up my spine. Master had informed me that he was loaning me to a friend for the evening and he instructed me regarding what I should wear. He told me to make him proud of me by being a good slave . . that this would be my first taste of domination without the use of restraints. I intended to obey his wishes to the letter.

Dominating Matt

She loved being in control the feeling of having power, She loved it, beign in a male dominated world but being able to take control and making a man do exactly what he was told made her hot. Her name was Tina, she was 5'5, 120lb (soaking wet), her black hair fell down to the middle of her back, and her green eyes sparkled in the light, her 36DD's seemed to leave most men in aww, her legs seemed to go on forever up her skirt, her tight T-shirt showing off her hardened nipples perfectly.

Punishing An Angel

SMACK..."Ouch! Please don't." Matty pleaded with Ryan as he came up to her from behind. She knew it was him. No one else would grab her like that in public. Actually, she had to reconsider that now. "I talked to Mikey and I guess he finished varnishing the paddle. He said he showed you it. What do you think, worth ten bucks or should we try it out first you think?"Ten dollars, hell if Mikey couldn't sell it for 30. "Why is it you want it?" Matty, with her back to Ryan took all her frustrations out on the books she tried to stuff into her locker. "We want it, I told you.

Making Eleanor

There was no plan at first, no real strategy or tactic to propel my fantasy. There was just an a heavy desire to own and deep-seated understanding of what it would take ... a set of skills and resources that I must possess to make it all work. That's where I focused, for what seemed like an enternity, working endlessly to further myself and aquire those things that I would need. I swirled the scotch in my glass and watched her, smiling at her tight rubber-like dress, and admiring how her ample curves and heavy breasts were tightly contained. I half laughed to myself as she tossed her red hair over her shoulder, dancing with the group of people I knew she had come with.

Kidnapped Sex Slaves

Sara's face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face. She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home. She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open. She was still dressed. Her arms were yanked up high behind her. Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope. A spreader bar was attached between her knees; it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread. A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists. The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara's body into a tight bow. A rope had been wrapped around her neck using a slipknot.

Bow Down to the One You Serve Ch.2

Her eyes shut even more tightly at his threatening words. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't terribly off from it. She'd only had one serious boyfriend and a single one night stand. She'd fucked her boyfriend many times but he wasn't all that adventurous and stuck to simple positions that had her on her back or on her knees. It had mostly been on her knees with her riding him or him doing her doggy style. He'd never tried to fuck her in the ass though she'd wanted him to. He'd said it went against his religion because they weren't married. It hadn't lasted long after that.

Bow Down to the One You Serve

Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy. She needed the job though and worked as hard as she could. Mitch saw every little fuck up, every thing that went wrong he was right there for but if something went right, there was no sign of him. He berated her constantly telling her that if she didn't start doing better she could find another job.His words only served to make her more nervous. Chicago was a busy town, sure, there were a lot of bars and night clubs but The Lagoon was one of the best and busiest.

Taming the Succubus

The Succubus is not a new threat of course; they've been around for as long as men have been susceptible to feminine wiles. But recently their population has grown and frequency of their "visits" has increased. In case you don't know, a Succubus is a creature that knows only two things: fucking and killing; and they are very good at both. Some, particularly women, call them demons or monsters; others, particularly men, are not so sure. In my experience I think I've learned a great deal about them. For starters, they are certainly not demons; they are as flesh and blood as any other creature. However, though they do appear in most respects to be human, they're not quite that either.