Author: imharryhaller

Her New Beginning [MFF] [bdsm] [anal] [Mdom]

Rain fell outside, steadily pattering against the glass. Mary stretched her arms overhead and listened for a moment. It was all becoming a part of her new routine.

Rolling out of bed she stood before a mirror and admired herself. She was never vain, but He had insisted that she take pride in herself. After all, didn’t He deserve the very best? She was slender, with pert breasts, dark hair, and a smattering of freckles across her skin which He’d taken equal pleasure from kissing or striking with that infernal crop that hung next to the bed.

Her fingers found the one piece of jewelry she wore, the thin black strap around her neck. It was adorned with some simple twists of silver metal that stood for eternity, because that is the promise that He made to her, and she to Him. She shivered and reached down to the bedside table for her shackles. Thick leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, with three weighty D-rings spaced out across their circumference. Read more »

Her New Beginning [MFF] [bdsm] [anal] [Mdom]

Rain fell outside, steadily pattering against the glass. Mary stretched her arms overhead and listened for a moment. It was all becoming a part of her new routine.

Rolling out of bed she stood before a mirror and admired herself. She was never vain, but He had insisted that she take pride in herself. After all, didn’t He deserve the very best? She was slender, with pert breasts, dark hair, and a smattering of freckles across her skin which He’d taken equal pleasure from kissing or striking with that infernal crop that hung next to the bed.

Her fingers found the one piece of jewelry she wore, the thin black strap around her neck. It was adorned with some simple twists of silver metal that stood for eternity, because that is the promise that He made to her, and she to Him. She shivered and reached down to the bedside table for her shackles. Thick leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, with three weighty D-rings spaced out across their circumference. Read more »

Bath Time Tease [mf] [D/s]

To say it had been a rough day would be an understatement. Emma slid her key in the door and stepped inside briskly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. After weeks of mandatory masturbation at His behest, she was on the tenth day of denial. Naturally, He was taking full advantage of this and had spent the relatively slow day at her work keeping her occupied.

It started with pictures, simple images and gifs, and like everything else with Him it started innocently enough. The first few pictures were of rope harnesses, ideas for ties they could work on the next time they played. Then they became slightly more explicit, but only just, a spread ass filled with a jeweled butt plug, or a vibrator tied to a juicy clit. But it didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was being subject to all manner of depravity, wanton women with their eyes rolled in the back of their heads as their holes were abused. Read more »

Bath Time Tease [Str8][M] [F] [MDom] [Fsub]

To say it had been a rough day would be an understatement. Emma slid her key in the door and stepped inside briskly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. After weeks of mandatory masturbation at His behest, she was on the tenth day of denial. Naturally, He was taking full advantage of this and had spent the relatively slow day at her work keeping her occupied.

It started with pictures, simple images and gifs, and like everything else with Him it started innocently enough. The first few pictures were of rope harnesses, ideas for ties they could work on the next time they played. Then they became slightly more explicit, but only just, a spread ass filled with a jeweled butt plug, or a vibrator tied to a juicy clit. But it didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was being subject to all manner of depravity, wanton women with their eyes rolled in the back of their heads as their holes were abused. Read more »

Taste [str8] [MF] [oral]

“I want to taste you,” he said, his chin hovering just over her shoulder.

She smiled, and reclined slightly, one hand tugging at a strap on her sports bra. In a flash his hands were on her shoulders, driving her back into the plush bed, his mouth finding her neck and trailing a series of soft kisses down to her collarbone. His beard tickled the tops of her breasts as his lips moved across her chest.

His head now on the other side of her body, his lips found her ear and whispered, “I need to taste you.”

His hands were firm, holding her down, and she could feel her body beginning to betray her already. She gasped as his lips found her skin again, starting at the waistband of her shorts and planting a series of kisses along her abdomen, nuzzling against her as he did.

His hands left her shoulders, sliding down her sides until his fingers were locked around the loose shorts she was wearing. A smile lit up his face as he began to apply pressure, inching the shorts down slowly. He leaned up and kissed her, long and deep, giving his tongue ample time to explore hers, then rose up and ripped her shorts down her legs. Read more »

Instructions Ch. 7-9 [str8] [MF] [bdsm] [Fsub]

Chapter 7
Her stomach was a tight knot as she walked to the supply closet in the back. Clutching tightly to her bag she smiled at her coworkers and deflected attempts at small talk doing her best not to attract further attention. She knew the supply closet toward the back of the building was really more of a maintenance room. Down a long flight of stairs and near the boiler it was a place you only went if you really needed something so she hoped there would at least be a modicum of privacy for whatever he was about to do to her.

“I’m here,” she texted after clicking the lock shut behind her. There were only a handful of people in the building with keys and she was relatively sure that none of them were here today.

“Strip.”

She could sense the disappointment behind his words and felt her cheeks flush red with shame for letting him down. She knew she should have stopped, knew she shouldn’t have cum. She loved following his directions, even when it hurt, loved the way he’d tilt her chin up to look at him and say, “Good girl.” Well there was none of that coming anytime soon. Read more »

Instructions Ch. 4-6 [F][bd]

Chapter Four

The drive home was a blur. Her nipples ached, her clit was on fire, and she knew that once the rubber bands and clothespin were removed it would only be worse. He had instructed her that the clothespin could come off just outside her door, but the rubber bands were to stay until she had her orgasm. God how that word sounded delicious rolling around inside her head.

Her tires squealed as she pulled into the driveway and sprinted to the door. A quick sweep of her neighborhood showed it mostly empty so she reached down between her legs and gingerly opened the clothespins. The return of blood flow to her sensitive nub sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her knees to buckle momentarily. She caught herself on the door frame and smiled, reasonably certain that he wouldn’t have promised orgasm this easily if something too terrible were waiting.

The lock clicked before she double-timed it to the chair where she’d left her book. She flipped through the pages before landing on the inside of the back cover where there was a small note that read, “You can cum but only on the spine of this book.” Read more »

Instructions Ch. 1-3 [F][bd]

Chapter One

Stiffly she stretched out her arms allowing the chilly morning air to seep in to her cocoon of blankets. Her arms were sore, her neck tight, and there was a ball of pent-up stress building in her stomach. Last night she had kissed her owner goodbye and begun the two week stretch from hell.

All things considered two weeks wasn’t bad, she knew, but there was still a hollow feeling as she wiggled her toes and considered the prospects of waking up to be a bit daunting. Rolling over to check her phone she noticed a little Post-It taped to the screen.

“You’re mine whore. Don’t forget that. Follow every direction carefully or the whip comes out of hiding.”

She shuddered remembering the stinging tails of the whip opening up her back then smiled a the realization that there would be more notes for her to find. Breezing out of bed she noticed little notes scattered about the house but opted to avoid reading them and be tempted into distraction. With toast in hand and her coffee percolating she made her way into the bathroom to allow the shower to warm up against the protests of the ancient water heater. Read more »

Amongst Trees [mf][bondage]

A warm wind ran through the undergrowth, shuffling leaves and twigs as it went. Cara tugged at her backpack and adjusted the straps which had started to dig in under her arm. She wore a thin plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, yoga pants, and a pair of sturdy boots. The sun was the perfect early summer mix of hot without being uncomfortable with a slight breeze to take the edge off of it.

Up ahead, Dan was swinging his knife in short strokes to cull some bushes which had smothered the trail they were following. Dan had promised Cara that the trek would be worth it and thus far he had not been wrong. The woods were quiet and calm, devoid of mosquitoes and other treacherous pests, an idyllic setting for what was about to take place.

Abruptly Dan paused. His beard and brow were soaked in sweat, the pack on his back hung heavy. Using the blade of his knife he peeled back a few remnants of the prickers which he had cut away.

“There.” Read more »

The Box [MF][cuckquean][bdsm]

Mia ran her hands over the smooth paneling on the front of the box. Each piece had been sanded to be almost impossibly smooth, then painted a black so dark it seemed to absorb all light in the room. The patterns carved into the box were intricate, all delicate leaves and woodsy milieus, a peaceful public face for something that could be anything but.

There were no visible seams but a large brass latch secured in the middle of one section made it clear that there was more to this box than first appeared. Mia knew this all too well. She let her fingers fall to the heavy brass lock which secured the latch and kept everything in place.

She could still remember the day that they had found the latch, beaten and forgotten, on some old trunk in an antique shop. She could remember the way it had caught her eye, and how insistent he had been that she buy it. At the time, she had no idea what it would ever be used for. It was a dingy, beaten up old trunk with an interesting, albeit half-demolished lock. Read more »