Slave Santa & His Cruel Mistress: FemDom Christmas Chastity Erotica
Her icy blast hit him with more bitter force than the harshest winter sleigh ride, turning his cheeks an even deeper shade of red. As she continued her angry tirade against him for his latest fuck-up, his body responded as usual to her cutting jibes. Why did Mistress' cruel taunts elicit such warm tingles in his nether regions? Why did the humiliation of being shouted at in front of all his elves never fail to make him stiffer than steel?
Santa Sutra & the Rebellious Rein-Girl: FemDom Christmas Pet Play Erotica
Upon hearing her vain exclamation to the other three rein-girls over dinner that they weren’t even needed anyway, that she could do the job all by herself and probably even better at that, they’d at first looked surprised then strangely smug. How was she to know Santa Sutra would choose that exact moment to re-enter the feeding shed from behind her?
The Best Christmas Gift Of All: Romantic Festive Erotica
This romantic Christmas sex story by guest author Belle Bisous blends sensuality and playfulness as blindfolds, cuffs and festive anticipation lead to the best Christmas gift of all.
Lyra & Rael
Lyra was pinned with the slimy beast on top of her -and as if that wasn't enough, slowly but surely she was choking from the relentless tongue. She tried kicking and squirming. In desperation, she tried a psychic attack, but she was in such a state that all she could do was listen in on the creature's mental screams.
Turned Into A Kinky Puppy For Mistress
He seemed to be part companion, being allowed to curl up at her feet when she worked at her desk with her laptop, and part amusing plaything, when she’d temporarily remove his chastity cage and have him hump a special plush dog toy she’d purchased, or even, on special occasions, her leg. She’d laugh until she nearly cried, stopping him as his cock started to leak, then she’d stuff him back inside his cock cage to suffer.
His Journey To Cocksucking
The chain to my wrists was loosened but not to make things easier for me, no, but just so that I could be lowered to a kneeling position. I felt my chin held in someone’s gloved grip while my lips were painted with lipstick. No sooner was she finished than my mouth was put to use.
Becoming My Bitch Ex-Wife’s Slave: A FemDom Fantasy
I was hers. I was also his. My head was a whirl. My life in turmoil. The woman I had hated. The bitch who had already broken me once by leaving and still ripping my world apart, taking all I had with the wealthy solicitors she could afford. Now she had the one thing that she hadn't previously grasped: me.
Weekend Service
Through her laughter she advised me that she had acquired these herself especially for this purpose. Designed for punishment, as punishment was exactly her plan using these clamps. Punishment for failings five years earlier.
Masturbation Diary: I Touch Myself
Welcome to my masturbation diary, where I share an erotic first-person story of self-pleasure. In this entry, I touch myself on a hot morning, exploring throbbing clit desire, aching wetness, and the irresistible build-up to orgasm. If you love intimate masturbation stories that feel raw, real, and dripping with sexual tension, this diary is written for you...
Her New Role
“We're going to play a few games. You need to trust me. It’s like exercise. It’s all for your own good, although you might struggle at times. You will spread your legs for me, placing your head on the pile of clothes on the desk, and you will put your wrists behind your back. Hold yourself in that position. Do you understand?”
Brave New Anti-Virus World
The Leader's voice reiterated the main points: there had been several deaths in one of the planet's medical research facilities. The deaths were at first thought to be of natural causes, but as time passed the authorities could no longer contain or deny the truth. An incredibly dangerous virus was on the loose. It was highly infectious. Expect major changes in your day-to day lives. Protect yourself and others. This is life or death. All inhabitants must abide by the new laws and restrictions. Effective immediately.
Summer Garden Party: Fountain of Relief
The fountain elicited a chorus of open-mouthed wails. The heat of the sun and humiliation hit my exposed clit and spread labia, slicking them with hungry need. My body kept forgetting it was in such secure bondage; each leg kept pointed upwards and outwards, unable to bend. How I wished I could arch my back completely, then curl into a ball and keep this feeling of humiliation-fuelled hot desire as my own private masturbatory tool.
Bound To Serve As A Sex Slave
After several months' training, both mental and physical, her slave was able to handle one of her ferocious whippings simply through tears, gritted teeth and with only a few sweary slip-ups. He'd learnt that lesson fast, she thought, her smile widening even further. An extra 5 minutes lashing for every curse he spat in her direction soon had him holding his tongue.
Bundled Into The Gang Bang Van
Once again, I gave silent thanks for the almost total darkness which covered my flush of humiliation. The sensation of my own cursed wetness smearing and being pulled tightly over my clit and cunt lips, then between my arse cheeks, was almost enough to make me beg for a rough hard fucking. I didn't even care which hole any more. Cunt, arse, either. Both.
The Masturbatrix
Her last orgasm had been less than 15 minutes ago, and from the way her breasts were rising and falling, the breaths drawn raggedly through her nostrils, it wouldn't be long before she'd surrender to another. Her eyelids would flutter, eyes behind enjoying the views and sensations of strangely recurrent dreams, her mind in another world – completely unaware of reality.
Finally, Some Time Alone
I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. Suddenly I was hyper aware of my breasts, the hardening of my nipples, and the fact that my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part, begging to be filled and pleasured.
Hood Ornament
Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.
Dacryphilia: Why Tears and Crying Can Be Sexy
As the barrier crashes down within him, crumbling to reveal his true self, tears then finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can't help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation –in between my incessant tirade, the code to unlock his complete submissive self.
Coming Full Circle
The spotlight centred on my naked, kneeling body is bright enough to just reveal the dark forms stood in a circle surrounding me. I feel the men's presence, rather than see them; I'm seeing the scene through my mind's eye in any case, with my eyes squeezed tightly closed, blocking out reality, even while it commands my full sensory attention.
A New Flavour
"Shy" was not how I'd describe her. A mischievous gleam swirled like an undiscovered cosmos in her dark eyes, while her full red lips seemed determined to settle into a cheeky pout whenever they weren't getting her into trouble.
