Married in chastity
A husband submitted to his dominatrix wife and was put into chastity until their wedding night. But will the cage come off? A BDSM themed short story.
In from the cold
It took me about 2 hours to get home last night. And it was cold. Damned freezing. Guys, you know what happens when you get cold. That’s not the time to go wandering round in the posing pouch! It is the time for your slut of the moment to greet you at the door, welcome […]
Restaurant Masturbation. Race play erotica
She looked beautiful. The white crop top hung off her square shoulders and exposed a small band of flat midriff before her high waisted, dark blue jeans carried on, accentuating the curve of her hip and the shape of her bottom. White Nike trainers, expensive and new. Most of this was a memory as she […]
The ball breaker
A married man in Tokyo wants to see the Gaijin Master. As his balls are beaten to a pulp he discovers not everything is as it seems.
A submissive woman is transformed into a doll, unable to move and exposed to whomever wants her. A BDSM themed short story.
Under her lock and key
A dominatrix makes a submissive man submit to her. All it takes is chastity and her natural domination. A short story featuring BDSM
You will obey me
A couple surrender themselves to a Master. As she watches, he is subjected to Master's will.
Make me your gimp
A young man confesses he wants to be a gimp to his girlfriend. It ends with a night of submission, but who is his Mistress now?
A judicial punishment
A submissive woman submits to a hard caning to prove herself a masochist. A BDSM short story with judicial caning and sadism.
Being kept waiting…
… is a terrible thing.
The mind plays over the possibilities.
The body moves restlessly.
The soul craves the touch of intimacy.
Time crawls by so slowly.
All I can hear is the beating of my heart and the endless ticking of the clock on the wall.
I want it to end and yet I know that when it does, when we are finally together, that will be the start of a new ending. The one where time races past and my body and senses and soul explode and ecstasy takes me.
And then waiting will start again.
Babygirl’s new toy
It was a cookie-cutter house in a nice suburban neighbourhood, looking like a child had drawn it. The front garden was a neat square bounded by a low fence, a tarmac driveway on one side, manicured lawn on the other. With an oblong window on either side the front door was bright red and had […]