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Write Your Own Story SubmitMy wife returned home around five, I went to greet her but she appeared a little subdued, her dress and hair looking a little untidy, no doubt she was still processing what had just unexpectedly happened to her at the hotel. This would be the s…
As I have mentioned before our middle bedroom had mirrors, hooks in the ceiling and some restraints. This was where we had experimented with bondage and flagellation. I liked to be restrained and lightly flogged, but found it difficult to be dominan…
It had been a while since my last session, I was overdue and needed, craved to be humiliated once again by Miss D.As arranged, at the appointed time I rang the door bell for Miss D. Only if you are a genuine sub, will you understand the excitement as…
You might have read my first story, 'Visiting Miss D' - this is the story of my third visit. Every word is true, or as near as I can recall.If you're interested, my second visit was as incredible as my first, but with an unexpected twists, in that wi…
This is follows on from my last story Hard Limit. We met, had a meal and, bound, he watched us fuck all night. In the morning, I sent him to get us breakfast but we carried on without him while he was gone, which turned out to be a hard limit. He rea…
“Hi, this is Belle, I do hope you remember fucking me at the dogging spot a couple of months back.” Remember? How could I forget??? “It is Jason’s birthday next month so he gets his fantasy and I get to control the action the way he likes it and in t…
Hello, my fellow kinksters! So, this post gets a little bit steamy! I have been aching to share this post! So, if you have been wondering what we gets up to under the sheets, with other swingers, here, exclusively for you is one of my private swing…
I was a telephone engineer and I had just got to my last job of the day. It was in a rather posh area of the town. I rang the door bell and waited for the Miss T Jones on the works order to open the door. She did and she was stood there on high …