Bdsm Submission


Samuel's training as a sub

My name is Clair and I am a Dom. My last Sub eloped with his boy friend and I am now in the business of finding and training up a new Sub. I promise you this I will not go easy on the training, this time the Sub is for keeps. I invited, Samuel a friend's teenage son around today. He was a listless individual who dropped out of almost everything he did. The rest of his family was appreciative of my life style and thought what I had in mind could either be the making or breaking of him. His one saving grace was that he was very fit and by the way he filled out his jeans was clearly very well endowed. I had a proposition for him and I also wanted to fuck him senseless.

Submissive Heights

My sexual awakening really began when I finally gave in and revealed to my husband my desire to be submissive. No, not the master/slave scenarios that seem to be so predominant and to my mind borders on abuse. No, not the spank me until I cry and can't sit down for a week activities that would label me a masochist. No, I don't want to be violently raped, even by my own husband in the name of sexual freedom. What I was looking for was to be able to surrender completely to my husband and allow him to have his way with me, over and over again.

Spank

I had a dream last night, I know not the most original of first lines but stick with me: I promise it gets better. I was walking down a long corridor with a lush red carpet and orange toned walls; people were milling all around me, entering doors or just walking like me. It was a while before I started noticing the signs on the doors I was walking past. WATERSPORTSHORSE RIDINGFOODThey all seemed quite innocent at first, then the signs started to become more blatantBONDAGEANALRAPEI watched people as they marched confidently into these rooms until I came upon one that made me look twice.

He Wears Panties Not Pants

We were lying snugly in bed, lazily stroking fingers over body parts in an easy invitation to lovemaking when my husband said to me"I love the feel of this new satin top as I slide my hands over your body.""Why thank you Love. I love the feel of you feeling me whilst I have it on." I giggled huskily, gasping as his large manly hand cupped my breast; His fingers seeking out my nipple and teasing it into full bloom. I love satin. The soft smooth coolness of it against my skin makes me feel sexy and sensual. Just putting on such a garment gets me wet and excited longing for my husbands touch.

Office Tease, Will Learn to Please!

Pressing the enter key, confirming she wished to shut down the company PC, Amy straitened the things on her desk in preparation for leaving for the day. Leaning further over her desk than was completely necessary, her round ass was displayed to it's best advantage in the snug black skirt she wore. Amy knew that she had the attention of at least three of the four men in the office's that surrounded the reception area, where she stood sentry for eight hours a day, answering the phone and typing up reports for the four men that occupied the offices. She gave a barely audible growl of frustration that Mr. Raptic continued to be unaware of her attempts to tantalize and tease.

Jasmine's Insatiable Mother

Jasmine was eating her breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the bathroom door closing. It was a little strange because her mother used to wake up an hour later than that. Ever since her father left them, six years ago, for the eyes of a twenty years old blonde, her mother was the only one to assume full responsibility of all household expenses as none of the relatives offered to lend a helping hand. There were a mortgage loan and various credit cards which ought to be paid up urgently. Her mother was bound to work overtime, for as long as she could remember, in an account office which was run by two older luscious ladies, Matthea and Rosa.

Terri's Infidelity

Terri woke up abruptly and instinctively spread out the right arm towards her husband's side of the bed only to find him missing. She rubbed her eyes and a quick glance at the alarm clock revealed the time: 08:12 am. The thought that her husband would probably be taking his daily shower brought a naughty smile on her face. She imagined him standing naked under the running water, shampooing gracefully his curly black hair, with his hairy balls hanging heavily between the thighs and his fully erected 9-inch fat member lazily swinging left and right, following the movements of the body. Terri licked slowly her upper lip and slid her hands between her closed thighs.

Jane's story

I turned 19 a few months back and am doing temp jobs between school and university. My new job started a few weeks back and it was a real eye opener for me. I was going to work in a publishing house and I wondered what it would entail. I had just entered the main door when I bumped into a boy I knew from school, he was very fit and it was clear now that he wanted to take me as much as I wanted him We quickly found an empty room and I removed my dress and thongs, I was already wet so I skip foreplay and fucked him hard we both came and fixed up our next meeting, lunch in fact.

In the arse

'Come on let me shave your arse it's too hairy' I was standing naked in the bathroom having just shaved my face. Golden was looking at me with a cheeky grin on her face and holding the razor and shaving gel. She was wearing a pink bra and pink knickers and looked sexy as hell. 'Come on' she said pointing at the low bench in the bathroom, 'lie over that'. No use arguing I thought and obediently lay on the bench with my arse right in front of her. I felt the wet shave gel being rubbed around my hole until it made a nice lather. It was a nice feeling and my dick started to stiffen under my belly.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.