Author: JulianDelacourt

Strange Love: Johnathan & Valentina [MF][light bondage][LOVE]

I return to my husband after a six month separation and his solution to saving our marriage is to take me on a Caribbean holiday. And then, when things don’t go his way, he handcuffs me to him as I sleep. The look on the staff’s face was priceless as we opened the door, handcuffed to each other to receive our breakfast tray. I was quiet at the breakfast table set up on our private balcony overlooking the sea as Johnathan read the news on his tablet. He finally put it down to look at me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “You’re frustrating the hell out of me. I don’t know what you want.”

“A divorce.”

“Not going to happen. Bad for business.”

I rolled my eyes until they settled on wave runners zooming by in the choppy sea. I looked down at the handcuffs and yanked his wrist. He yanked it back.

I asked, “How long are we going to stay handcuffed to each other?”

“As long as it takes.”

I sipped my coffee, nibbled on toast and relaxed in my chair letting the warm sun ease away my tension. Read more »

The Cook, The Hostess and The Swingers’ Party

The first night hosting a four day swingers’ retreat and so far, everything was going smoothly. My guests were either in the watching a flogging demonstration in a pool house converted into a dungeon or frolicking on the grounds of this beautiful mansion on Biscayne Bay. I was making my way from the dungeon to the house when walking, past the open gazebo, I could see J.T. and Kyle, with beers in their hands, standing over their wives, as Lexi ate out Shari on the couch. At least I think it was Lexi. I could only see the back of her brunette head nestled between Lexi’s open legs. I walked up to the bar and poured myself a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping the bay breeze would cool me down, when I looked up at the house to see a man’s silhouette in a second floor window. Dixon, our chef. He’s not supposed to be looking at the activities. We had to have a talk. With a last slug of wine, I walked into the house and up to his room. I knocked on his door. He answered.

He said, “Hey how’s your orgy going?” Read more »

Pixie gets her Tail! [Mfsub][Anal]

I’d agreed to live with Donovan as his pet for one hundred days. On day 80, he’d returned home from a trip to find that I’d broken a number of my pet rules and eyed him defiantly. He was pissed, really pissed, and drunk as well. And now, in his bedroom, with a dog leash attached to my collar for the first time, I was being punished.

“We’re taking this to a new level,” he said. “You’re wearing your tail tonight.”

He reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer where I heard the rattle of him taking out stuff. He then dangled a sable colored white tipped fur tail, as long and as bushy as a fox tail, in front of my face.

“This is your tail.”

When he ran the fur across my cheek, I realized the handle in his hand wasn’t just a handle. It was a butt plug.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“No. Please.” Read more »

Pixie: Day 64 ‘The wife plays rough with my pet’ [Lesbian, Reluct]

*I’m the muse for a famous author writing his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. I entered his world on my eighteenth birthday and have been here ever since. He treats me well, punishes me when I’m bad and I inspire his art. Everything was great until his wife, that I didn’t know he had, and her girlfriend showed up.*

Day 64. Though my room may’ve been my refuge whenever Donovan was away, Bianca and her girlfriend violated it whenever they wanted. They’d stare at me from my doorway, speak to each other in French, then dash away giggling like ten year olds spying on their big sister.

I was relaxing in my room, reading and listening to music, waiting for Donovan to return from the grocery store when Renata and Bianca appeared in the doorway, slithering into my room like snakes. I sat up on the edge of the bed as the two sat on either side of me. The way they had me sandwiched so closely in between them, their thighs touching mine, I became nervous and kind of scared like I was cornered by schoolyard bullies. Read more »

Strange Love: The Vacation [huml, reluct, mast]

From the beach bar, I walked back to our room as my husband trailed behind me, calling my name, which caused me to quicken my pace. We’ve been separated for six months and he thinks this vacation will fix everything. I knew this wasn’t going to work.

When I reached our room, I tried to shut the door in his face but he was right behind me and pushed it open before slamming it behind him.

“What?” he yelled. “What is it?”

I asked, “What do you want from me?”

“I want what we had when we got married,” he said, stepping up to me quick. “I want you to look at me with love in your eyes. I want Valentina back.”

“She’s gone.”

“Not entirely. She’s here,” he said, placing his hand on my breast and the hardening nipple underneath.

He kept me in his intense gaze as his hand moved down to my stomach where he reached down to grab my crotch.

I said, “You told me once that rape isn’t your thing.”

“I’ll never take you without you wanting me back,” he said, with that all familiar lust. “But I’m a man who wants to see my wife naked. Take off your clothes.” Read more »

Falling for the Client [MF][Str8][Prost]

Dave was one of my few in-call clients. I arrived at his Upper East Side apartment at the usual 7:30 a.m. when his wife is firmly at work. He likes me to wear ‘regular clothes’, so I showed up in jeans, a t-shirt and canvas shoes. The doorman tipped his hat as he opened the front door for me and I rewarded him a ‘thank you’ and warm smile.

I softly knocked on his door. He answered wearing his favorite college sweatpants and t-shirt. Closing the door behind us, he gathered me into his chest for a kiss. Him I kiss and passionately with tongue. With Dave, I don’t collect the money first.

We stumbled back, kissing all the way to his bedroom as he yanked my shirt over my head to fling it aside. Having sex with Dave is like making love. His penis is the perfect size and girth for me but more than that, I actually had love for him in my heart which makes my orgasms intense.

I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled out his dick tenting in his sweats. I gobbled it in my mouth, taking it deep before taking it out to lick it as a lollipop. He flopped back onto the bed, enjoying my tongue. Read more »

Day 1 – The Rules & Bath Time for Pixie! [Mf] (Sub Training)

On my eighteenth birthday I entered writer Donovan Price’s world, agreeing to be his muse, his pet, as he writes his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. No one ever gets this close to this reclusive writer but I did. And today, we finalize our agreement.

Day 1. Donovan returned to the kitchen table with a file folder full of paper.

“I wrote The Rules out for you,” he said, pushing a set of papers towards me. “I’ll post a set on the fridge. Just to make sure we have a clear understanding of what’s expected of you, you’re going to read them out loud.”

“Okay,” I said, before clearing my throat. “Pet is to remain indoors at all times and will be dressed in clothing chosen by Owner.”

“You are an indoor pet,” he said, “You can only go out if I open the door.”

“Pet must remain on all fours (crawl) while inside house.”

He reached into a bag for pair of padded volleyball kneepads and fingerless padded gloves and pushed towards me.

“You can wear these.” Read more »

The MILF who pimped me out [m/F]

I had just graduated from college and was days away from homelessness when my best friend, Jackson asked his mom if I could temporarily move into their four bedroom house with the two of them. She said yes. Thank God for Mrs. Murphy.

Mrs. Murphy is a total MILF. A petite blonde divorcee, she’s a young looking mom, having had Jackson when she was eighteen. With glittering blue eyes, tennis toned legs and great tits, she’s a bundle energy. Her body makes jaws drop and she proudly exhibits it running errands in skimpy tennis skirts.

One afternoon, Mrs. Murphy was lounging out by the pool in a pink bathing suit looking perfect like a spoiled housewife. I’d just waken up from a night out. I poured myself some coffee then watched Mrs. Murphy from the kitchen window as she got onto all fours to straighten her beach towel before lying down on her back. Her ass cheeks peeked from the bikini bottoms. Not having been laid in weeks, I wanted to spread her cheeks apart and slide in my dick. My dick twitched in my shorts and I waited for my dick to go down before joining her outside. Read more »

My Client’s Kink [Str8][prost]

I have an in-office escort service where I meet my clients dressed as a professional, usually computer consultant. My working name is Victoria Lovejoy. My uniform is a tight pencil skirt, chiffon blouse and high heeled patent leather shoes. The sexy secretary look works for me. I charge five hundred dollars an hour and typically pull in three thousand dollars a week. Between the money and flexible schedule, life in Manhattan is pretty good. These are my stories.

A corner glass office high in the sky is a coveted piece of real estate in Manhattan reserved for senior executives. It means a man has made it to the top. Cosmo Papadopoulos is one of those men. He wears a gold coin pinky ring like a mafia-type wise-guys but he’s an old world man with a thick Greek accent, though he is a man of few words. He’s also a senior vice president of an investment banking department for one of America’s largest banks. Cosmo is an easy client. He also has a kink. Read more »

Day 55 of a Collared Pet [MFf] [FSub]

Day 55 of being Donovan’s pet and we were very cozy in our arrangement. I'm a muse for a famous reclusive author as he writes his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. No one ever gets this close to Donovan Price but I entered his world on my eighteenth birthday and have been here ever since. I spend my days like any other pet; watching TV, cuddling up to my owner as he writes and drinks. In turn, he watches me crawl around his house, eat from my bowls and sleep on my pet bed in the corner. He treats me well and I inspire his art. Everything was great until his wife, that I never know he had, showed up three days ago.

Bianca Ferrera Price is as beautiful and exotic as she is cruel. Bitch. A petite bronzed woman with her South American accent, she hangs around the house with her phone glued to her hand, never going to these ‘meetings’ she claimed as a reason to her stay. She was okay when Donovan was home, usually ignoring me as she went about her business on the phone, but I’m at her mercy when he’s away. Read more »