It's a rainy day. A boring, rainy day like any other. Jane is sitting at the breakfast nook gazing out the window watching the trails of water race each other to the bottom. She pulls the blanket around her shoulders snug against her body. Her feet are covered with the rabbit fur moccasins she got … Continue reading Dessert Before Dinner.
Christian made sure to instill all the commands during the induction. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. Wanted to make sure Jane could come out of it should something happen. This was her fantasy, and he wanted to give it to her. Wanted to breathe life into each and every one of her … Continue reading Familiar Strangers. (1)
It was a regular day, or so she thought. Jane had just gotten back from work and was absolutely spent. Exhausted. Wiped out. She was rather looking forward to spending the evening with Christian, her Sir. Maybe they’d take the dogs for a long walk outside of town. Maybe she’d get started on a three … Continue reading Surprise. (A Jane and Christian chapter)
“Taste yourself my sweet slut. Really taste it. Don’t just swallow. You’re not running a race. Just…taste. Swirl that pink, wet, skilled tongue around my fingertips. Swirl and savour. Let the flavour of your arousal settle onto your tastebuds. Absorb it darling. Close your eyes and lick your wetness off your lips. Fuck. Just like … Continue reading Taste Yourself.
You’re in full dom mindset tonight. I can see it in your glittering eyes. Glittering eyes that have a certain gleam. A special kind of gleam that only happens every so often. And tonight it is in full fucking effect. The second you got home from work, adorned in that special T-Rex tie, I knew … Continue reading Embarking on Adventure.
The vibrations start. Wild. Intense. Buzzing and buzzing against my little button. Against that particular bundle of nerves that you never fail to stimulate. Instantly I am pulling at my restraints. My back arching off the mattress. My fists furling. Muscles quivering. “Oh sweetheart. I don’t hear you counting.” You lean over, wickedly grinning, and … Continue reading Hush. (3)
Goosebumps. Chills. The tips of your fingers barely graze my skin. The whisper of a touch. The brush of a ghost. You know precisely what you’re doing. The devilish grin on your face telling me so. You’re driving me wild. You’re unravelling me. Piece by piece. Touch by gentle touch. You work your way up … Continue reading Your Touch.
Today Sir, I am in a mood. A sauntering, swaggering kind of mood. I want to seduce you. I want your eyes glued to every movement of my slinking body. I would don your favourite pair of lingerie. I would keep my hair the wild, untamed mess that it so often is. I would paint … Continue reading The Power Exchange.
He loves making her purr. All he has to do is look at her a certain way and he can physically watch as she liquifies. He watches as she bites her lip. And then he tells her to strip. Her eyes light up like a thousand suns. It’s adorable. He tells her to lay down. … Continue reading Purr.
One hour. Sixty minutes. Doesn’t seem that long, does it? Say that again when you’re tied to a bed. Tied spreadeagle to each corner. Without permission to cum. Your legs kind of hurt from being stretched so far apart. But you love it. You love the ache, the dull pain. You stay this way for … Continue reading One Hour.
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