24 Wednesday May 2017
Posted in Dominatrix Stories, Fantasies & Role Playing
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By: MiztressSophie
The sanctuary contains a dressing area for Miztress Sophie, a large stark, empty room in which slaves are to remove their clothes, an outer room containing pictures and a gold statute of Miztress, and an inner room for the worship ritual. The inner room is round with the throne platform at the center. The outer room circles the inner room and is used for preparation for worship.
16 Wednesday Apr 2014
By:dirtyaria
Her bare chest rose and fell in time with her slow breathing. She laid on top of the black sheets, completely exposed to him, her serene face surrounded by her riotous brown curls. They were longer than when he last saw her. Her long legs that tormented his dreams on a daily basis, were curled up into her flat stomach. Her exposed, bare, pussy had her wetness all over it from earlier. She got it waxed as a surprise and he had been surprised and so very pleased. As soon as he had seen her, she was on her back and his mouth had descended on her luscious body. She knew how to make him happy and he knew how to make her happy. After her fifth orgasm, about an hour ago, she had fallen asleep.
28 Wednesday Aug 2013
By:Babykay
It was the very first day of my freshman year of college. I was excited and nervous when I walked into my first class of the day, English. There stood the sexiest man I had ever seen, Professor Michael Huff. I had heard a few stories about him flirting with students and how good looking he was but I never expected this.
22 Wednesday May 2013
Posted in Adventures in BDSM, Fantasies & Role Playing
By:Brunella
They swarmed in their hundreds… Hundreds, that is, rather than thousands, because not everybody (and their potentially jealousy-prone partners) could stand such liberation. But for those who could, it was more deeply intoxicating than any drug ever made. This was for the truly enlightened or truly daring, only.
You felt it before even stepping foot into the place (or was it outside?) It enveloped your body as though you were already stripped nude and all your inner sexual glory exposed to some welcoming, sensual godly entity where no fantasy was too taboo. The atmosphere alone warmed a hard-on out of men, and fingered wetness out of women as though they were roaringly drunk.
20 Monday May 2013
By: Skarlette89
Her eyes flickered between pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. His hand was wrapped tightly around her neck, his fingers forcing red marks into her skin, and she could feel her head becoming lighter in response. Her hands and face scraped against the brick wall, the little pieces of debris flaking off into her skin. Her face was stained with mascara filled tears, but this only made him want her more. She could hear his groans around her, surrounding her and overpowering her cries. Her eyes closed from exhaustion and she kept repeating to herself “He’s almost done. He’s almost done.”
