Chapter V

I awake screaming, sitting up in my bed. My sheets are wet with sweat and a tangled mess. My shoulders are aching, as is my back. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand.Suddenly the pain shoots through my feet like razors and I fall to my knees crying. My feet are so bruised from the caning I cannot stand. I curl up in a ball on the floor and begin to cry louder and louder. I cry as the emotions rush out of me, the shame of having been scared and running away. I am humiliated at my failure, both to you and to David. I am ashamed of my weakness as a slave. I am ashamed... Continue»

Many a time have I thought about the cougar next door, short choppy but funky red and purple hair.

9.00 am is our rendezvous time, I have work- as does she, pencil skirt and boobs on show, not too much to be real slutty just enough so you catch one quick glimpse and nothing more, any more revealed it would spoil the fantasy on what can be found underneath I guess.

'Morning' is about all I get. Then she steps, left heel first into her black BMW, only to do the same again the next day.

Ive been caught many times flirting away at the neighbours get togethers, and she always fli... Continue»

In the lift, she made me kneel and she pulled her panties to one side and with both hands, opened her lips as she pushed my face into her wet slit. It was running with juice, and I stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her as I felt her juddering with her first orgasm.

When the lift stopped at the f******nth floor, I quickly got to my feet, and as the door opened, a group of middle aged couples were standing waiting to take it down again.As we got out, I just knew that they would be able to smell the sex in the air as they dropped all the way down to the lobby.

She opened the door to h... Continue»

Chapter X

She: I reach out to the woman, to pull her close and The Man smiles. He steps back a bit and watches. Then he whispers something to the woman and she touches my bare wrists.. For the first time in days I am unbound. The warm sunlight sparkles on my soft oiled skin. I am free, but never really free. She touches my lips, and I touch hers. My heart is pounding and I want nothing more than to lie on this blanket with her. I want to taste her lips, her sex, her essence. I have a need to experience her. I look over to The Man, perhaps asking for permission. He smiles and steps back a bi... Continue»

The blindfold kept her from seeing. The cold steel hancuffs around her wrists linked through the bars of the headboard, kept her in place. He feet were free which allowed her to rub her legs together. Her pussy ached, needing attention. She had been like this for 3o minutes already, her body on fire crazing more attention. But soo far, she has only felt the lightest of touches, a soft tickling of finger tips across her belly, along her hips, across her ribs, shoulders and along her outstreched arms.

Her skin is covered in goosebumps, her nipples, despite the lack of attention, hard and... Continue»

Chapter V


The Man - I stand in the hallway and decide to go outside into the garden for a while. The evening is a friend. It is already dark and the breeze is cool. I sit by the pool, number two brings me a bite to eat and a glass of wine. She's a treasure. In the moonlight I see her eyes glow. I smile and kiss her forehead before she disappears again. I look up at the stars, sip my wine and light a cigar, let the smoke curl through my mouth and escape again through my nose, tasting the dark, sweet Brazilian tobacco. My mind replays today's video. Image by image, carefully analy... Continue»

Chapter VI


The Man - All you can remember is falling asl**p on the coach, your head on my lap, my fingers massaging your face and playing with your pony tail. You do not know how long you have been there when I wake you up and let you drink and eat. Lots of water and a few light snacks. No words. You look at me and smile. A shy smile, uncertain about your emotions. I take your head in my hands and kiss you long and intense, then lift you and take you to your room.
You are laid on the bed on your belly and I take care of your bruised bottom, carefully inspecting the long, parallel welts o... Continue»

Chapter 1- The Voyage & The Storm



We sailed from London on September 3, 1759. It was a cold and wet day, and I was miserable. My father had insisted I travel with him on this voyage to the West Indies. It was to last for months and I just knew I would die if I couldn't see William for such an extended length of time.



That was my father's plan, of course. William was a scoundrel, according to him. He hated William and his f****y, and had upon numerous occasions forbidden me to see him. He was beneath us, he used to say. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed William'... Continue»

VISIT TO MISTRESS

Mistress Carol got a hold of Master at work and asked if She could use me for one night. Master gave Her permission. So here I am walking to the door of Mistress Carol’s house knocking with butterflies in my stomach and a worry look on my face. A tall brunette answers the door, she is at least 2 inches taller and I’m 5’5”. Mistress Carol is 6 feet tall. The girl tells me to come in. I follow her down the hallway to a room where there is a cross and floggers, crops, paddles, whips on the wall. I see on the table a lot of dildos, vibs and strap... Continue»

Chapter 8 - The Captains Quarters



The Captain's cabin was almost twice the size of my tiny room, but that was not saying much. It was neat and clean, however, and well organized. There was a small desk and chair in the corner and it was covered with writing materials. I noticed several books and I was very impressed.



"A pirate that reads!" I thought. "How extraordinary!"



But I did not have much time for dwelling on these items as the captain gave me another smack with the paddle and told me to climb onto the bed and lie down. I obeyed immediat... Continue»

My mind was in a turmoil, here I was with my 2 older cousins cousins both naked as I had imagined them to be so many times. The only trouble was Janet was sitting on me with her legs outstretched and I was torn between the suffering I was feeling from her squashing me into the caravan floor and the fact her immense breasts were only a couple of feet from my face. Kathleen who was sitting cross legged next to my head was threatening to stand on me in heels and although she was not as fat as her younger s****r she was tall and sturdy.
"Please don't hurt me any more", I gasped as ... Continue»

The internet is a strange, awesome thing... first it explains me why I was never happy with the normal sex I had and why I was always feeling like putting my sex partner in chains, even hurting her. The answer was simple. There's this thing called BDSM and some people are into it, some arn't - I definitely am. Over time I learned a lot using the net, watching videos, reading stories. Some months ago I discovered this online game called SecondLife with its very own BDSM universe. It allowed me to exchange my phantasies with other people and also to try them in roleplays. But there was... Continue»

I have so many men and women asking me what does it for me, after all as a woman I have sampled most, and played in many senarios of pure adulterated and undulterated sex, with many ages and body types, colours and nationalities.
So what makes me dip into my panties and stroke, or mount some vibrating machine to orgasm.
I was sent a request from a German BDSM fanatic, asking me outright, did I get off watching a man have his balls kicked and punched.
I sat back in my chair and pondered this, obviously realising that a man in Germany would jack-off to my answer, so I wrote back to him asking... Continue»

Again this is a story by my slut

I'm tied up, with my arms behind my back., lying on my front.
You come up behind me, grab my hair, and whisper in my ear
'I want you to watch your face when you cum slut'
I whimper.
You know how I hate to see myself.
You drop my head back on the bed, and I feel you squirt some lube on my pussy
You push a vibrating dildo in my pussy, and glancing up in the mirror, see the delight in your face as i shudder.
You put a vibe on my clit, turned up high. You manage to hit my sweet spot instantly, and with in seconds my legs are shaking and i ... Continue»

Chapter 9 - Games In The Evening



The captain let me sl**p the rest of the afternoon. When I awoke he was gone. I opened the tiny porthole and saw the sun was almost touching the water. It would be dark soon.



Quietly I opened the captain's door. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to leave but nature was calling me desperately. To my surprise Robb, the cabin boy, stood outside. He grinned at me.



"The captain tired you out, eh?"



I blushed and looked away. "I need to use the bathroom." He nodded and led me to a small room where I took c... Continue»

Chapter 11 - The Pirates Attack A Vessel



I thought the bath would seem routine by now but I was beginning to learn that nothing was routine where I was concerned. I was much more sore this morning than ever before and the salt water of the bath made my raw welts scream.



The cabin boy, I noticed, was also becoming much more adept at his job, cleaning me efficiently and quickly, but with many superfluous touches against my breasts and sex. Though I'd just been remarkably satisfied by the captain I found that after the bath I was again quite aroused and slightly wet.


... Continue»

Hi there this is Mike again, young Celia and I had been to another Pub, after lying around in the front seat of a new Volkswagen on Ham Common where she took my pants down and sucked my cock while I smacked her bottom with my belt (strange she would never let me put her across my knee and spank her, on reflection that was probably what her father did). We went out on the grass and I told her I was going to give her a good whipping! I took a length of wood from a bush, pulled all the little shoots off it, lay her on her front and started to smack her bottom. She was wearing a short pleated tart... Continue»

As I lay there under Kathleen I tongued her arse, as I had been told, my early revulsion at performing this task long since passed by the desire to please her. She was my ideal woman, tall, stocky and really quite cruel, I fancied her and would have walked across broken glass if she told me to. I was also listening to their conversation, as Janet squeezed my balls making me wince and every so often.
Janet whined, "I don't know if I should fuck him, he likes that and I really like hurting him" ! Kathleen answered, "Well you could crush fuck him, I do it to Andy Stevens all ... Continue»

Chapter 7

"I catch you if you fall." The corporal promised expansively. Then extended himself to humour. "I also catch you if you run."
They did not run.

In the cell their arms and wrists were freed. In their barred confinement their irons became more practical. They had little need to walk. From one side of their prison was only three or four dragging steps, the rest of them was free. If they stood still they could enjoy a false sensation of liberty. But this reflection was grim. It meant that, from now on, their life would be spent behind bars in small confined spa... Continue»