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Tease and denial Today was an intense and captivating experience, as my Mistress took pleasure in subjecting me to her enticing edge play. She delighted in keeping me on the edge of climax, teasing and denying me the ultimate release until the very last moment. The allure of this tantalizing game was indescribable. The burning desire courses through my veins, my senses heightened, and my body vibrates with exquisite tension. Each touch, each caress inflicted by her hand, is a sensual fire that consumes me. She skillfully plays with my pleasure, walking the fine line between granting and withholding, a delicate dance of eroticism where satisfaction and frustration intertwine. I am led to the precipice of ecstasy, the pinnacle of ultimate pleasure, my body trembling and begging for a sublime release. But she holds back, …

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August 6 2023 Dear Diary, Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that I have decided to share with you, my most trusted confidant. My name is Nekane, and at 36 years old, I find myself standing at a crossroads where my past meets my present, and my heart battles with desires that I’ve long kept hidden. Born and raised in Andorra, my upbringing was rooted in the traditions of a high-class conservative Catholic family. It shaped me into the refined woman I am today, instilling in me a sense of duty, elegance, and the importance of maintaining appearances. As a successful lawyer, my days are filled with intellectual challenges and responsibilities that demand my utmost focus and professionalism. I take pride in my career, and the respect I’ve earned …

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The opulent ballroom of the prestigious law firm bustled with the city’s elite, celebrating another successful year of legal triumphs. Nekane, dressed in an exquisite midnight-blue gown that accentuated her every curve, moved gracefully through the crowd. Her husband, Borja, mingled with colleagues, completely unaware of the magnetic presence that was about to enter their lives. And then she appeared—Lana. Her commanding elegance and striking beauty were like a magnetic force that drew Nekane’s eyes toward her. Lana, a captivating black woman, exuded confidence and grace with every step, making her the center of attention in the room. Their paths converged, and as Lana greeted Nekane with a warm smile, an electric current seemed to pass between them. The room faded into the background as they engaged in conversation. Lana’s voice, smooth and alluring, was …

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“Just one more…” Reassuring words teased through my blindfold accompanied by a pinch and searing pain in my nipple. It lasted a second into eternity, but the come-down was what I was after… this time anyway.  A needle through my nipple was the last I could take in this session, and my top knew it. I haven’t taken to calling her Mistress yet, but she intrinsically knew where to push and where to bite and for how long.   Blindfold and cuffs removed, I melted into a puddle of satisfaction.  “Look…” She held up a mirror for me to admire her handywork. A heart made from needles in my abdomen and one in my nipple. More progress than my first foray into needle play.  “I almost don’t want to take them out.” A grin passed …

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It had been 6 months since I had finished flipping my van into the luxury mini-travel home it is today, taking me across many states, seeing amazing sights, and meeting extraordinary people. What I hadn’t realized was that, even with my sweet pup Callie, it could get so lonely without someone to share my travels with. Not only was I lonely, but I found myself often wanting more than a good night’s rest in my bed. I’d broken up with the last guy I’d been dating close to a year ago now, and it was nearly the same amount of time since I had been pleasured by a man. I found myself trying to focus on working at my laptop most days, while my mind wandered to the thought of someone tying me up and …

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We were having fun during our fuck night and I had Megan tied spread-eagled to the bed with her arms pulled tight to the bed posts. Her cunt was slippery wet as I slid slowly in and out. I pushed my dick about halfway in and then pull back out. Her pussy was so wet and gaping open that when I pulled my dick completely out, I stayed lined up with her hole and it sucked me back in. It was keeping us both on the edge. “Oh God!” Megan moaned. “That feels so good. You’re making me so wet and horny. Fuck me hard and I’ll cum right away.” But I kept sliding in and out slowly. Then I stopped with my cock about 2 inches in. “For next weekend, we have tickets to …

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First, I’m not a big fan of camping, at least not when we first arrive at the campsite. It takes me a day or so to get into the spirit of it. Until then, I’m whiny, crabby, and bratty. I appreciate that our campsite is on some we own, decorated by nature with a plethora of trees, a spring-fed creek, soft grass, wild berry bushes, and wildlife; we are the only people there. Nonetheless, I complain about absolutely everything. My Lion, however, devised a brilliant way to speed things up a bit. We set up the camper – yes, a camper, not a tent – with our supplies. The camper is actually a semi-permanent fixture close to the creek. Then Lion stripped off his clothing. I watched, fascinated and drooling. His body is magnificent. Toned, …

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A couple of weeks after her ordeal as the ”Offering” at the Manoir, Tara receives a call from Sir Charles. “How are you, my dear?” asks the old man. “Feeling great, thank you. I’ve completely healed from our last meeting; no more marks, no more pain.” “That’s great to hear.” He pauses for an instant, then resumes. “I have a favor to ask from your husband and you.” “Please, go ahead,” she invites him. “One of our most valued members has requested a special session and would like you to be our slave for the night.” At these words, Tara’s breathing tightens, and she feels her heartbeat quicken. “That would be for this Friday night,” Sir Charles goes on. “The party theme is pain. Your pain. We will beat and abuse you all night long. …

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“You wanted this, so don’t start bitching now, you brat,” T stated. He was right. I had nagged and nagged at him to pay more attention to me, so now that he was, I couldn’t very well complain. Besides, where would be the fun in complaining when this was absolutely what I wanted, at least I hoped it was. “How many is that?” “Seven,” I gasped. I was tied, spread eagle, to the bed as I had been for an hour. During that time, T had sucked my nipples and now was finger fucking me. I’d already come seven times. “Good. And how many times are you going to come today?” “Until you decide I’ve had enough.” “That’s right. And will begging help your situation?” “No, Sir. Absolutely not!” I panted before tipping my head …

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I stood outside little Sierra’s apartment door holding a present. Jewelry. The blue velvet box was small, but it wasn’t cheap. I thought, for the twelfth time that day, that offering gifts was probably not the master strategy for a new dom and his submissive new girlfriend.  “Don’t be a fool,” said one part of my brain. “She doesn’t want presents. She doesn’t need presents. What she needs is to be tied down good and tight so you can fuck the hell out of her.” But another part of my brain said, “Don’t be such an asshole, Vince! Every woman loves presents. Even submissive little sluts who are potential mental cases.” “That’s not fair,” I said to myself. “Clearly little Sierra has some issues, but being submissive, even extremely submissive, doesn’t make her crazy.” Well, …

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June 20, 19XX Dear Mother, By the time you get this letter, Ricardo (the amazing man I wrote you about last time) will be my husband. And my lifetime Master. I have included a photograph of me preparing for the wedding. In Ricardo’s village up here in the hills, it is traditional for the bride to be naked and shackled in metal and chains. Notice that the rings around my wrists and neck are large enough for me to slip out of them. This is to symbolize that I am entering this union voluntarily. The nakedness is to symbolize my commitment to giving up all that I have, all that I own, in service to my husband and Master. The only ring he will wear will be on his middle finger—for me to kiss as …

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At baggage claim. Home in about an hour. The empty carousel spun as I jockeyed for position; the sooner I could get my bag and be home, the better. I was tired and frustrated. The trip itself was too long at two weeks, and I slept poorly during it. I always did when I was away from home, but especially this time. My phone dinged. See you soon. Well, that was faster than Linh had responded in a while. When I was out of town this time, it was a coinflip if she’d respond at all. If she did, it was sometimes hours later. We’d fought before I left. We almost never fought. I’m a big believer in discussion and consensus; even when we strongly disagree, we almost never raise our voices. This time, though, …

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The day after the punishment session with Bill, I stayed overnight at his large house in London. He told me he had invited a group of twelve male friends of his over to his house, where I would be made available to them in his custom-built playroom. He informed me that I would be at their beck and call, for anything sexual they required of me, and to expect them to want to fuck me together, then later, rope me down on his punishment couch. I would be ball-gagged and blindfolded for some of the time, and he added that they would wish to cane, flog, and use whips on my body for an extended period. When the evening finally arrived, I asked Bill what he wanted me to wear. ‘Nothing at all please, June, …

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Parkour is how I broke my neck; to be specific, missing the ledge of a wall. After a stint in the hospital, I got to go home to my own bed in my apartment. My head and neck were held perfectly still by a metal brace that literally screwed into my skull. My injury required me to lie in bed on my back without moving for a full week. After that – for six more weeks – I’d be free to walk around in the Frankensteinian contraption. I couldn’t sit up, turn my head left or right, or bend my neck to look toward my feet. My pain level was close to zero as long as I stayed still, but I hated the immobility. I’m an exercise junkie, a movement addict; I love thrill sports …

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The Erotic Trade Show Part Two After the ordeal on the Discipliner, and the talking to by Samantha, the remainder of the first day at the show was occupied largely by wandering from exhibit to shop to demonstration, collecting and blagging as many free samples as possible. I suspect that I was mostly in a dream world and contributed little to the general fun but I did my best not to be grumpy nor a drain on the good spirit. I do recall catching myself openly staring at Samantha whilst deep in thought. Not everyone was planning to come back for day two but there were some larger demonstrations planned for that day and some of the more leading brands and shows were only attending for day two so most of us agreed that we’d …

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It had been a moment of madness. An ex, whom I had enjoyed some wonderfully wild sex with, had reached out on social media and we had chatted. I admit it, we flirted. A lot. Sex with my husband Ray had become mundane, then infrequent, then non-existent. And the messages I was sharing had got me hot and bothered, and very wet indeed. I found myself masturbating frantically in the week or so that we had been exchanging messages. Then he suggested meeting up. For old times’ sake, he said. I knew what he meant though, and I agreed to meet him in the bar of a plush hotel down by the marina. I was out of my mind, I knew, even as I slipped on my sexiest underwear ready for our meet. I had …

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The students around me in the lecture hall held their breath. “Feels like when they open the envelope at the Academy Awards,” someone near me said. We were attending Dr. Hightower’s graduate seminar, “Art in the Age of Velvet Tea-Gowns.” Rosy light from stained glass windows silhouetted the professor standing at the podium in her invariably perfect posture. Her auburn hair was imprisoned in a tight bun, and she wore a high-collared white blouse under a dark gray blazer and a below-the-knee matching skirt with flat-heeled black shoes. Her gaze slowly swept the audience, dramatizing the suspense. The scholar hired only one of her top grad students for her prestigious museum curator internship and we were about to learn her choice for this semester’s program. “Come on!” someone whispered. I was probably the only relaxed …

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“That sneaky, strict, sexy man! He set me up. He totally set me up,” Sophia thought. When Sophia’s friend, Julia, asked if she would like to grab dinner for a Girls’ Night Out, she immediately said yes. She hadn’t seen Julia in a few weeks and desperately wanted a night out with her friend. Micah, she knew, wouldn’t mind a bit. He never set rules for which friends Sophia can see or when. He only asked to be informed – which is reasonable in any relationship. “Before you leave, would you like a reminder of what you mean to me?” he asked. Every now and then, Sophia asked for this. She loved that delightful tingly feeling of a well-spanked bottom or the feel of his cream making her panties wet. Yes, she enjoyed going out …

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