I had never been with a woman before. The thought of it used to scare me. I guess, with age, sometimes a woman like myself can get curious. I've always liked to look at women and admire their beauty, but that's always as far as it got. I never thought of actually having real sex with another woman. ... ... (more)

Sasha Monet

He walked into the bedroom. He'd been gone for far too long on a business trip and was looking eagerly forward to spending some time with His girl. His room was simple, a large bed with four posts and some hooks and eyelets here and there in the heavy wooden frame. Furs on the floor for warmth when the stone tile cooled down like tonight. A fire in an open hearth against one wall and a large set of french doors opening out to a delightful garden in His yard. The walls wooden paneled and masculine looking. All in all a warm and inviting place for a Dominant and His girl to while away a few hours. As He entered the room she slipped to her knees and entered a perfect nadu, her body quivering as her eyes looked down and she opened her beauty for Him to behold.
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Anastasia Pierce

He didn't know what to expect when he entered the room.

She came up behind him and pushed him on the bed. Before he had a chance to figure out what was going on, she straddled over him and grabbed his arms. She took his hands and tied them together with the bandana that she was wearing around her neck. She then used another bandana that she had stashed near her bed with her other 'props' and wrapped it over his eyes and tied it tightly behind his head. He started to ask what was going on, and she ordered him to be quiet and not to say another word unless she authorized it. She rolled him over unto his back and stood on the side of the bed.
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Ivy Red

She stood outside the pub for a moment, pondering whether or not she should go in. She murmured thoughtfully to herself before deciding 'what the hell' she was on vacation, why the hell not? She pulled the door open and entered the darkened pub. She made her way to the bar where a man asked her in a thick accent what he could get for her.
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Ariana

 went to a Catholic girl's school, where we were under strict orders to dress and behave with exemplary modesty. When our plaid skirts rose above the knees we considered it daring. Nowadays there's a lot of guff about "letting children express their personalities", but I think our personalities were well expressed. As in many other environments where uniforms were the order of the day, we expressed our personalities in our dickeys (the abbreviated tie all the girls hated), in our hair ornaments (no more than two plain barrettes were allowed, but the boldest of us wore combs), and in our shoes.
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Sasha Rosso

Master came to me in January of 2007 because a friend of mine had told Him about a relationship, of mine, that had recently ended and it was not a pretty situation. Originally He came to me to be a "friend/Mentor" to guide me back to a sense of myself and to build my confidence in myself. i am a S/switch. i have been in the "lifestyle" for a little over a year and had very little real-time experience. The relationship that had just ended was completely online. i was feeling very degraded and very useless as a submissive/slave. i was also just as incapable of being dominant, effectively. Being caught in the middle like i was, in this body who desires nothing more than to be a slave to the Man she loves but keeping a sense of control with her self, drove me mad.

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Darby Daniels

Leanne looked at the implements on the couch with a strange mixture of fear and fascination. The combination gave her a buzz, a thrilling rush of excitement which exhilarated her. But the logic in her brain was gone. She couldn't think. It was difficult to process the task in front of her. She was in a zone where all that existed was feeling and sensation. And this before the spanking even began. The idea of arranging the implements seemed absurd. Why bother?... ... (more)

 Sasha Monet

Introduction - Mr Butt often uses the "job interview" theme on movie scenes. Let's pick up from where we left off (this was about 10 years ago when I used to come to his day-job office on the pretext of having an interview. I had finished the first interview by giving him a comprehensive blow job, then left saying I hoped I got the job)

So the next Sunday at 4pm I opened my emails to find the regular instruction from Mr Butt "Chantelle, the very best candidates are being invited back for a second interview involving some on the job case studies and you should allow three hours for this 2nd interview, starting at 3.00pm tomorrow. Your attendance is required and this time, wear slightly more daring attire."

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Anastasia Pierce

It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time.

My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think.

i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. i end up walking in the door and hour and 45 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired, and most of all, worried that You'll be upset with me. As i drop my bag in the hallway and take off my shoes i see You sitting on the couch waiting, watching me, an intense look on Your face and i know something is on Your mind.

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Leila Swan

I went to a Catholic girl’s school, where we were under strict orders to dress and behave with exemplary modesty. When our plaid skirts rose above the knees we considered it daring. Nowadays there’s a lot of guff about “letting children express their personalities”, but I think our personalities were well expressed. As in many other environments where uniforms were the order of the day, we expressed our personalities in our dickeys (the abbreviated tie all the girls hated), in our hair ornaments (no more than two plain barrettes were allowed, but the boldest of us wore combs), and in our shoes.

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