Festive Fiction: The Best Christmas Gift Of All

By Mel MacFarlane:
I knelt on the floor giggling and listened intently to the soft rustle of paper as he moved swiftly around the room. His normally heavy footsteps surprisingly light as he navigated his way around me, hoping that I wouldn’t hear. Over my eyes the blindfold pressed firmly against my skin, allowing only a small chink of light to highlight his large black boots.

Chastity Release – Unlocking & Orgasm

By Cara Sutra:
He looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor, a solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just caused my cunt to become wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally, he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key.

Foot Worship From My Slave Girl

Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.

Terrifying Transition

By Cara Sutra:
His cock is lubed from my frothed saliva combined with whatever of his first spunk I failed to take and keep down my throat. My punishment for this failure is him spitting on my now well-versed knot, pushing that slick cock tip hard at my hole and forcing it inside brutally.

A Domme’s Fantasy: Your Submission

By Cara Sutra:
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you were completely submissive to me. My mind tends to stray towards a sexual kinky fantasy – a Domme’s fantasy. They’re not talked about much, right? Usually all eyes are on the submissive – the submissive male, in the majority of FemDom – but what does a Domme dream about?

Puppy Play For Mistress – Chastity Tease And Orgasm Denial

Puppy Play For Mistress is a short FemDom story written for me by one of my submissives. He’s so very much into chastity tease and orgasm denial, as well as being made to act like a puppy… wagging tail, begging, barking for dinner – you get the idea. I hope you enjoy this story as much I repeatedly do. Happy Fetish Friday.

Merry Kinkmas! A Sexy Christmas Story from Voluptasse

‘He came back with a scarf which was taken from a snowman in the garden and some large sprigs of holly. Lee wrapped the scarf around my head and took some miniature pegs from the Christmas card holder around the fire. He fastened two pegs to my nipples and told me to bend over and hold my ankles.‘
The officer shifted in his seat and moved closer into the table. Does he have an erection? wondered Kerry, stifling a giggle. The officer silenced her with a glare and gestured for her to continue.

Punish Your Readers… With Sensational Spanking Erotica

By Victoria Blisse
Where is the spanking taking place? How easy will it be for the spankee to stay still? It’s these little details which will make your scene all the more realistic. If you want a long, session with the submissive in the same position you’re going to need to get them comfortable, if you want to up the stakes get them into more unusual positions, maybe on their toes or you could have them restrained (I’ve written something to help you with that) or resting somewhere a bit precarious.

The Conversion: A Male Chastity Story

Time no longer had relevance. There was a time he recalls being locked in this physical and mental cage. He vaguely remembers the drink that made him feel so weak and compliant. He can recollect the smug smile on her face as she led the way down that corridor as he was helplessly, virtually carried along by other slaves. He could also recall the arousal induced by that smile, the click and clack of those sexy high heeled boots as she sauntered along that hard tiled corridor and that derriere that shouted “Woman. Beautiful desirable woman”. There was apprehension and some fear but it was indicative of the power of this woman, that arousal was the sensation he remembers most.

Getting His Money’s Worth In The Big Smoke

She’d waxed and tanned and barely dressed, she’d courted darkness’ approach with a stilettoed dash through the twilight between taxi and apartment building, and now she stood facing her work for the evening.
Average, she decided. From the postcode and the cut of the suit trousers he was wearing he definitely had the means to back up his demands. But first impression looks-wise? Average.