I began to lead you back to my house, as we approached, I blindfolded you and ushered you inside. I sat you down and removed your blindfold, you soon realised that you were in a bright room with only a chair and some toys on the table. Your eyes widened as you realised you had been gagged and tied up.

The Club.

Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning’s post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.

The perfect Slave

Denise really was the perfect slave. The level of submission and compliance was far beyond that of any I had experienced before and I have been training slaves for a long time.

The golden rule is establishing a safe word at the very beginning. It can be anything that wouldn’t be used in the context of sex so a word like “apricot” is good. Denise had never used her word even though I had taken her to extremes of torment.

My wife and I like sex in many ways. She has always been open-minded about sex and this was one of the reasons I married her. She was free and open with her body when we were dating and indulged my fantasies. Many of my fantasies involved her naked in public, flashing truckers, shoe shopping with a short skirt and no panties, and just general flashing. Another of my fantasies involves fueling her freedom to do what she likes when she finds some interest. This fantasy involves her having sex with other men.

It had been another long day at work and Dee still had to go home and cook dinner for the family. Dee had now been married for 10 years to her second husband and though she was happy the predictable routine was making her feel restless with wonderment of what she may be missing. Her first husband had been controlling and abusive which left her with 2 children and a self loathing. After 5 years of struggle as a single divorced mother when she met Paul and fell in love. Paul helped her see how good of a woman she was and that she had nothing to do with the disrespect she got from her ex.

The sound of two bodies slapping together was unmistakable as i approached my own dorm room. Clearly, my roommate was having fun again, and since i could not hear her, she was most likely gagged.

i was a bit envious, and not just because my meeting had run much longer than expected. If she was gagged while having sex, then it likely meant that our Master was in town again.

Sara’s face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face. She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home. She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open. She was still dressed. Her arms were yanked up high behind her. Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope. A spreader bar was attached between her knees; it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread. A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists. The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara’s body into a tight bow.

"Don’t you talk to me that way you little sassy bitch", I told her. She was pissed because I saw one of my ex-girlfriends at the grocery store and did a double take when I saw her. She looked hot, what can I say. She wasn't as hot as my current girlfriend, Michele, though. As pissed off as Michele was, I wasn't ready to release the tension in our little spat. I could ease the jealous thoughts raging through her mind by telling her how gorgeous she is and how much I was in love with her. But I wouldn’t. At least… not yet. I had other things in mind.