Bdsm Submission


A Duplex

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER. This is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories, and I hope that you like it better. Milker I'm fortunate enough to own a little house, that has a nice little...Duplex, on the same property. And that little...Duplex, has given me nothing but pleasure, for the last 15 years that I've owned it. I never rent it out to a couple that's older than in their 20's and I always make sure, that at least one person in the couple is black. I have a thing for black sex, I don't know why. I'm a little old man, way to old to have sex. I'm a voyeur.

Basic Training

"Tell me why we're here, slut," he ordered. Kneeling, she stole a brief glance around the hotel room before looking up at him and replying "Because I want you to teach me how to be a good whore, sir. I want to obey every command you give me, and satisfy you in any way you desire." "Mmm. And do understand that once we start, there's no going back? There's no 'safe word' here and no matter how much you might protest certain things, or think you can't handle something, it will only mean a more severe punishment rather than an easy out?" "Yes, sir."

An Unlucky Game of Cards?

He felt himself in such a quandary and was unsure of the exact moment in which he felt the night take a turn for the worse to put him in such a position. He tried to reflect back on the night and figure out just where things went awry...

My Cocksucking Fantasy

There I was sitting in my car a in a strip mall not too far from home, nervous, anxious, and excited all rolled into one. It has been a long time fantasy to give another man a blowjob and Bill was a willing and able participant, at least from my conversations with him over the Internet. It was not to long before Bill arrived and pulled in next to me recognizing my car from the description I had given him. One last deep breath and I opened the door to his car. "Ken," he asked"Bill?" I replied. "Yes climb on in." I got into his car and although I'm not much of a car nut it seemed to be a very nice one, the smell of leather and wood adorned everywhere.

Taking Control

A friend of mine gave me some free tickets to a high society charity cocktail party. He worked for the company running the event. I would never have been able to attend by myself. I was your typical just graduated college, working for scratch loser. I just barely managed to scrap enough money to get some decent looking clothes. While getting a drink at the bar I noticed a lovely raven haired beauty also picking up a refresher drink. I placed her age in the early thirties range. She had the most stunning blue eyes, full red mouth, large breasts and a plump squeezable ass. "I can see we will need plenty of strong drink if we are going to survive this little soiree". I managed to spit out.

Formula 21B

When Jim went through his new apartment, he found several boxes left by the previous residents. He shook his head, knowing that they only represented even more work. As if moving all of his belongings alone wasn't enough work on its own. He stacked the boxes in a secluded corner of the living room and promised himself he would deal with them after he had finished moving in. A week later, Jim finally found the time to sort through the boxes left behind. The first two contained random objects that seemed to have little in common. Some books on varied subjects, packing tape, a metal rod. He could see why the previous occupant left the boxes here, they were full of junk.

VIP Chauffeur

I was just back from my two year stint with the Army Rangers in Afhganistan. My best friend had the good fortune to have started a limousine company a few years earlier and had built it into a very successful enterprise. He was quick to give me a job and I soon rose to the top of the list of drivers. I got the best jobs and my pick of the jobs. He approached me this one day and said he had landed a brand new account and wanted me to take the first job. He thought the new client would be a very good tipper. The first job was to be earl Friday night. I was scheduled to pick up an individual at the downtown Ritz Carlton. Off I went.

How Good it Felt...

It was a cold October, my friend John and I had just gotten off the bus as we walked toward his house, I told John that when we get to his house we should look at his dad's porn stash since he was away on a business trip. Many times I had asked John to but he never did want to. John said that if his mom caught him we would both be in a lot of trouble. I told him not to worry, that when we hear her get home we can turn off the video and put it back. John was a bit skeptical but agreed. As we were getting closer to the house I asked him if he had ever seen a girl naked. He simply said no and that he was not that eager to.

Breeding Station

Valerie was the rookie of the exploration team. They left her behind to take care of the mothership while the rest of her crew landed on the planet to explore an abandoned space station. The large old structure was not registered in any of the federation charts and it wasn't sending any identification signal as was mandatory for every civilized construction. The team had been gone for three days and Valerie was bored out of her mind. She just walked around in her underwear feeling sexy, checking the monitors in the command center and hoping this mission would end soon. Why are they taking so long to check the station? It didn't look that big in the structure scan, Valerie wondered.

Teaching Nancy

Nancy sighed as she closed the car door behind her. She had been delivering dry cleaning for nearly four months now, a fairly easy job, but still dreaded her last delivery. Most of her customers were fairly wealthy, snobbish, and made a point of being quick and polite with her, if not a little brash. No customer had ever really made her feel uncomfortable; not like Gregory Burgess. Nancy tucked her dark hair behind her ear before starting the car and glancing in the rear-view mirror. She didn't exactly try to make herself look ugly when she made the delivery to Mr. Burgess, but she avoided makeup. It wouldn't have really been possible anyway.