aliceisntredanymore, Author at NSFW story

Conference surprise [Non-Con] [D/s] [M/f]

I was so bored, another Thursday night at a networking evening in a hotel conference suite at the start of yet another weekend sales conference.

I surveyed the room, feet starting to feel uncomfortable in my patent black stilettos after a long day of meetings & travelling. I held tight to the second glass of wine I allowed myself at these things. I’d talked to the key people I needed to concentrate on this weekend; chatted to some inconsequential acquaintances; made appropriate small talk with strangers. Time for one last scan of the room before I made my escape.

My eye was caught by a tall handsome man who had recently arrived. Even across the crowded room I could appreciate his easy confidence as he charmed and flirted with the woman he was chatting to. She looked flustered under his intense gaze, glancing at her companions and her glass, blushing every time she looked at him. It was like watching a leopard stalk an antelope. “She’ll be buying whatever the hell he’s selling” I thought to myself. Read more »

A tradesman makes an entrance (Non-Con) (spanking) (SM) (Mf)

What a start to the day, half dressed when the doorbell rings, I throw on my pj shorts & run downstairs, assuming it’s another online shopping parcel.

I open the door a crack, foot braced against it, my usual stance, expecting to see a parcel on the mat. Instead a tall, lean guy stands there, probing at the gap with his eyes. “Ms Shute? Yeah, you called me about your handyman needs”

Fuck! I’d forgotten you were coming, I was sure it was tomorrow! Nevermind, I’d a list of minor DIY jobs that needed doing that I just didn’t have time or inclination to do myself. I open the door fully & welcomed you in. “I wasn’t expecting you today”

“Today’s what we arranged.” you assert. I usher you in & point out the bits & pieces I need you to take care of. The whole time my eyes are drawn to your hands: strong, a little calloused, large, capable-looking.

I find myself getting flustered as I talk. Your gaze always focussed on me over the top of the mask you wear, so direct, over-familiar, forward even. You nod along as I speak but your eyes devour me, making me very self-conscious of my attire, or lack of it. Read more »

Waiting. [D/s] [obedience] [impact] [Mf]

She waits.
In silence, in darkness, still and calm, she waits.

She waits.
On her knees, head bowed, eyes softly closed, arms hanging loosely by her sides, the backs of her hands lightly brushing the pile of the carpet.

And still she waits.
He has ordered it. She yearns to please him, to demonstrate her devotion. He asks, she does.

He had been here. He dressed her in stockings that laced around her milky smooth thighs.

She waits.
Remembering the gentle touch of his fingers as he tightened the laces, checked the sheer black sheaths were secure. She remembers how his hand slid possessively down her leg, urging her to raise one foot, then the other as he had her step into her silky black thong. He had secured the black bra across her back, brushing her nipples lightly before encasing them in the fabric.

She waits.
Remembering. Her nipples respond as if he still caresses them.

In a soft voice he told her how beautiful she looked, with her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her ample tits held proud on display in the balconette bra. She had blushed, had peeked at him from under her eyelashes as he had caressed her cheek. Read more »

Sweet Awakening [M/f] [dubious consent] [sleeping]

You have the taxi driver drop you off a few doors from her house & walk the short distance to her door. The spare key is where she always leaves it when she knows you might call round at the end of a night out with the lads.

You quietly let yourself in, at least you think you’re being quiet, you’ve had a few drinks but you’re not wasted, just pleasantly tipsy.

You lock the door softly behind you, getting your bearings in the darkened room. You slip your shoes & jacket off, empty your pockets and pad on socked feet up the deeply carpeted stairs to her room, sure that she’ll be lying awake, amused by your attempts at stealth.

Her bedroom door beckons, the glow of moonlight brightening the room beyond the doorway. As you step over the threshold you can see that she has left the curtains & blinds open. Stripes of shade & light bathe the bed and you drink in the sight of her, pale skin gleaming where the moon touches. She’s fast asleep, curled up like a cat clutching a pillow against her chest right in the centre of the bed. The duvet only partly covering her naked form. She must have kicked it off in the warm night. Read more »

Brat Tales – Payback for sass [D/s] [M/f] [anal] [throat fucking] [orgasm denial/control]

I tried to clear my brain, think clearly & hold my resolve not to beg. I could imagine the smug smirk as he asked if I was regretting my earlier sassiness. A rhetorical question that I knew not to answer.

I tried to pinch my lower lip between my teeth, almost causing me to lose the chain I had been instructed to hold in my mouth. I recaptured it just in time but the movement jerked it taut & the sharp tug on my nipples drew another mewling muffled moan from my throat.

“calm, calm!” My inner voice tried to settle me but the tempest of intense sensation he was inflicting was overwhelming me.

I earned this, I thought to myself, trying to concentrate on something other than the plug in my ass, the pump on my pussy, the egg vibrating in my cunt, the flogger on my thighs, the clamps on my nipples.

I replayed our earlier text conversation that had given him the excuse to torture me this way. Not that he needed an excuse, of course, he just liked to taunt me with his justification when I gave him the opportunity. Read more »

Brat Tales – disobedient over dishes [M/f], [stress positions], [edging], [D/s]

You loom over me, hand fisted in my hair as I kneel on the floor at your feet. “You regret being so cheeky, don’t you?”, as you slowly apply pressure to my scalp forcing my chin up so you can see my face. I’m grinning & have a mischievous glint in my eye as I ponder how we got to this point & where things will go next.

A polite evening of light & easy conversation, a bottle of malbec shared over a meal, sitting outside enjoying the slow twilight with an aperitif when you suggested, rather firmly, that I should do the dishes. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not that kind of sub”, I laugh (I fully intend to clean up, you cooked after all, but I wanted to see if some disobedient teasing would elicit a reaction) “Besides, it won’t take you long, you can’t have dirtied many dishes throwing ping meals in the micro” I flashed an exaggerated grin knowing fine rightly you had expended a bit more effort on our repast than that. Read more »

Brat Tales – disobedient over dishes [M/f] [stress positions] [edging] [D/s]

You loom over me, hand fisted in my hair as I kneel on the floor at your feet. “You regret being so cheeky, don’t you?”, as you slowly apply pressure to my scalp forcing my chin up so you can see my face. I’m grinning & have a mischievous glint in my eye as I ponder how we got to this point & where things will go next.

A polite evening of light & easy conversation, a bottle of malbec shared over a meal, sitting outside enjoying the slow twilight with an aperitif when you suggested, rather firmly, that I should do the dishes. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not that kind of sub”, I laugh (I fully intended to clean up, you cooked after all, but I wanted to see if some disobedient teasing would elicit a reaction) “Besides, it won’t take you long, you can’t have dirtied many dishes throwing ping meals in the micro” I flashed an exaggerated grin knowing you had expended significantly more effort on our repast than that. Read more »