Author: datstorytho

Discovering my inner Sub. [MF]

This happened several years ago, but I still look back on it fondly. Easily one of the most erotic experiences of my life, despite no actual penetration happening. It’s also inspired some of my fictional writing which you’ll see in my post history.

First, a little background.

I was 21 or 22 at the time (F). I’m 5’5” and at the time I was lifting weights, so my body was tight. I was a catcher when I played softball and my thick thighs and ass were definitely indicative of that. I had long dark hair, and bangs. I had just started a new job, and in my industry, there aren’t many women. The development team quickly noticed me and I frequently flirted innocently, complied with their requests to pick things up when they “accidentally” dropped them, etc. It was fun and I enjoyed the attention.

One of the VPs took notice of me, too. The first time he really noticed was on Halloween, and I was dressed as a Flapper. Short dress, fishnets, heels and a blonde bob wig. He started talking to me over instant messenger. Innocent, normal talk. Until it wasn’t. He told me, “I keep ropes under my bed. You know, just in case.” I immediately got wet. Why did this turn me on? Why was he telling me? Read more »

New Girl – Part 3 [M/F]

Clickclick, Clickclick, Clickclick.

My manicured nails tap away on the keyboard. It’s been several days since I’ve been able to see the side of Brad that I have all to myself, and I’m more and more anxious to play with him by the minute.

I’m not entirely sure why he hasn’t snuck into my office, hard and ready to go. He’s been around, but distant. Save for a few messages sent to check in on work project status. I’ve begun to worry he’s done with me, that I was a temporary flavor. I suck on the tip of my pen as I ponder this. I can’t help but picture having something warm replacing the cold pen instead.

I get through my work uneventful work day, wondering why I even bother dressing up for him. My floral skirt swishes against my thighs as I walk to the parking garage, the click-click of my stilettos echoing in the hallway around me. I imagine bending over every desk that I pass, fixated on pleasing Brad. I know that I could interact in my special way with another man from the office, their stares as I pass don’t go unnoticed, but somehow it’s just not the same. They’re not Master. Read more »

New Girl [M/F] [First person]

Beep, beep, beep.

My alarm notifies me that I must get up, and go face the office of my new job. I’m nervous for all the normal reasons, but also because my reputation may precede me – my industry is a small one, and people talk. Will my new coworkers know about the circumstances of my resignation from my last job?

Will they know I so fondly called my boss Master, behind closed doors?

I shake off the thought. Though the idea of someone knowing is slightly exhilarating, there’s no time to think about that now, I murmur to myself. I have to focus on getting dressed. The office is casual, and it’s hard to resist the temptation of showing a lot of unnecessary skin… But I decide to be good for now.

“Good girl, L.” The phrase whispered by my old Master whips through my memory. Yes, Master, I’ll be a good girl… For now.

I slip on a business dress for my first day, one that hugs every curve of my slender body. It walks the line between “booty call” and “business” delicately. I decide against my black tights for today, opting to showcase my smooth, bare legs. After slipping on my Mary Jane stiletto heels I head out the door. Read more »

New Girl – Part 2 [MF]

Beep, beep, beep.

I awoke sweaty and breathless. Did I really fuck my new boss yesterday? Was it a dream? I looked down at the faint scratches and tiny bruises littering my body, which tells me it definitely wasn’t a dream. As I think about Brad bending me over my desk and thrusting his delicious cock inside of me, my breath quickens and my pussy grows wet. I think to myself how badly I want there to be a round two today, how badly I want to feel his member deep inside of me. The thought motivates me to get up and get ready.

I gaze at my naked reflection in the mirror, taking in my pale skin, bright green eyes and the freckles that dot my cheeks. I decide to dress myself in my black leather leggings, my highest pumps, and a white flowing shirt with a deep neckline. If this doesn’t make him want to fuck me silly on sight, I don’t know what will. Read more »

New Girl [MF]

Beep, beep, beep.

My alarm notifies me that I must get up, and go face the office of my new job. I’m nervous for all the normal reasons, but also because my reputation may precede me – my industry is a small one, and people talk. Will my new coworkers know about the circumstances of my resignation from my last job?

Will they know I so fondly called my boss Master, behind closed doors?

I shake off the thought. Though the idea of someone knowing is slightly exhilarating, there’s no time to think about that now, I murmur to myself. I have to focus on getting dressed. The office is casual, and it’s hard to resist the temptation of showing a lot of unnecessary skin… But I decide to be good for now.

“Good girl, L.” The phrase whispered by my old Master whips through my memory. Yes, Master, I’ll be a good girl… For now.

I slip on a business dress for my first day, one that hugs every curve of my slender body. It walks the line between “booty call” and “business” delicately. I decide against my black tights, for today, opting to showcase my smooth, bare legs. After slipping on my Mary Jane stiletto heels I head out the door. Read more »