Author: Mila-Roe

Let’s Make A Bet – Ch. 3 [BDSM] [M/f] [Spanking, Control, Discipline]

I sat, stewing in embarrassment. I had hoped to regain some power over the guy that had turned my brain to mush in the gallery but I had underestimated him. And underestimated how strong a hold he seemed to have over me. I took a gulp of my drink, waiting for the adrenaline to subside so that I could leave without stumbling, my legs still shaking.

“Shit!” Horrified, I realized that I was still sitting there exposed with my stockings around my knees hidden only by the table. He had left before I even had a chance to cover myself. No longer emboldened by his presence, I felt as if the eyes of every guest and staff were on me. But I had to admit, amongst the expected unsettling anxiety was a new sense of arousal. Despite myself, I closed my eyes and began to imagine him sitting there, smiling mischievously as I pleasured myself below the table. Hidden to everyone but the two of us. Read more »

Crawl To Me [Mf, bdsm]

By 6:55 PM, Mia’s one small overnight bag was hidden in the closet and out of the way. She could have used a drink but it would be rude to start by herself. She knew that she would have to wait until he got there, at least. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her brunette hair tied up, her long curls gently resting on her neck. This is where she met him once month so he could remind her that he owned her body and that her only option was to submit to him.

Things weren’t always this way but there was a routine now. An understanding. She couldn’t help but run her hands over her lips, her neck, her freshly shaven legs in anticipation of his touch. As she walked around the familiar room, she remembered what had happened there. What he had gotten her to do, despite herself. He had single handedly transformed her from a shy and reserved girl to depraved toy to be played with. Read more »

Bet Me [MF Exhib, Burgeoning BDSM]

[Note: There isn’t a ton of sex in the first two chapters as this is just beginning. This will be the start of a BDSM relationship.]

Chapter One

I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home. I enjoy my job, the self reliance, answering to no one but myself, having to build something from nothing. In fact, if I were to describe myself in a few words, there is no doubt in my mind that the first term I would use would be ‘fiercely independent’. It’s a point of pride. I have tried more traditional jobs when I was younger but I couldn’t cut it. Anything to do with authority, even simple things, made something inside of me react dramatically. I had a natural and thriving instinct for rebellion, if even just out of spite.

This is how I knew myself, for as long as I can remember. I scoffed at doting partners and timid people pleasers. Not because I thought myself better but because I couldn’t fathom that perspective. That was until a few months ago. Since the events I’m about to describe to you, I would’ve bet my left leg that there was no part of me that ached to please. That begged to be dominated. That could be so addicted to someone. Read more »

Bet Me [MF Exhib] Ch. 1/2

[Note: There isn’t a ton of sex in the first two chapters as this is just beginning. This will be the start of a BDSM relationship.]

Chapter One

I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home. I enjoy my job, the self reliance, answering to no one but myself, having to build something from nothing. In fact, if I were to describe myself in a few words, there is no doubt in my mind that the first term I would use would be ‘fiercely independent’. It’s a point of pride. I have tried more traditional jobs when I was younger but I couldn’t cut it. Anything to do with authority, even simple things, made something inside of me react dramatically. I had a natural and thriving instinct for rebellion, if even just out of spite.

This is how I knew myself, for as long as I can remember. I scoffed at doting partners and timid people pleasers. Not because I thought myself better but because I couldn’t fathom that perspective. That was until a few months ago. Since the events I’m about to describe to you, I would’ve bet my left leg that there was no part of me that ached to please. That begged to be dominated. That could be so addicted to someone. Read more »