Author: SternDisciplinarian

Hobby for Hire: Stories of Mr. Stern [MF]

He stalked up beyond her like a preying lion. One that is scoping out his next meal. Adjusting his blue and white tie.

Presenting that milky white ass. The beauty on display like the needy good girl you were. Hands on the head board, arched back. Head looking straight forward.

He ran his hand over his salt-and-pepper beard. Contemplating his next move. Normally a mild mannered man. Just running his office building efficiently. An ass like this, though. It tended to bring out an animalistic side.

The thing about life is that all of the fun to be had is swimming in the grey area of things. Because as much of a good little girl as she was when it came to be a submissive. She had the insatiable cravings of a dirty, filthy slut. Craven and needing to constantly be filled, urges all the time to be touched. A needy clit.

A few wrinkles formed around his eyes, the smirk on his face. He was good at what he did.

His hobby should have been his profession. She wore just enough to cover her throbbing lips and asshole. You had to look hard to see those panties her ass cheeks had eaten up. Just like he expected. Read more »

Undisciplined [MF]

The rattled jangle shook him as half jumped. Eyes burning for a second before he looked to his side. Slightly discombobulated he saw the blur of what was his quarter filled Tom Collins.

She’d lied down her bags on the kitchen table. The keys strewn on the island.

His arms and upper body covered with small bumps under his slightly hairy, salt and pepper covered chest. He’d fallen asleep kicked back in only his lounge pants. Slightly cold and shivering he came to.

Unstrapping her heels she’d hoped to clear him. Not noticing him as she fully was transfixed on getting them off. Not seeing him standing in the kitchen entrance way. Hands in his pockets he merely cleared his throat. Now it was her turn to jump. “You, um..aaa…scared me.”

She saw him looking down at his watch. She was playing nonchalant as best she could. Taking her shoes both in one hand and carrying them as she headed to the table. “Enjoying your drinks? You should check out this little skirt I found tonight. So cute, I bet you’ll ju….”

“What have we discussed?” He said sternly. Not raising his voice. Just direct and with purpose. Read more »

An Ode to the Quiet and Shy Ones [MF] Chapter 3, Taken.

There she found herself again. Losing focus from what she was doing. The visceral feeling of his mouth gently working its way down her neck. Her hands running under his tight fitting t-shirt. Wet she grew slightly frustrated but somehow ended up with her toy out, gasping as she lie on her back, mid-afternoon. Small moans as her clit pulsed from the small, slow vibrations. Her hands running up her own shirt as she tweaked her right nipple. Her tiny panties pulled to the side.

He’d been tortured with the lingering thought of what she might look like in various cut panties. He’d seen her in her Instagram bathroom selfies. Always with her tight fitted jeans or yoga pants. The thought of needing to know. The thought of mining her for her urges and capped and thus far restrained fantasies. Giving her the safe space to be her quite and reserved self. Read more »

An Ode to the Quiet and Shy Ones [MF] Chapter 2: Insatiable Needs

She’d gone back and forth for the past twenty minutes or so. Texting a few keys…only to again hit the back arrow. This rang of the obvious. She was being too transparent, she thought. Not to mention the butterflies kicking around. Was she a bit in over her head? She knew this was getting into something she might quickly lose control of. He was every bit mature but she knew from even just a bit of experience not one controlled by the same little tricks and tactics. She was opening a door that even just the *thought* of brought a flush of craven excitement and a pit of dread. The perfect roller coaster of emotion.

So she quickly finished and hit send. It was too late now. It was off and done. The text *itself* harmless. Simply reading, “You live close. Anyway you could stop by and help me with a problem?” Read more »

An Ode to the Quiet, Shy Ones..[MF] flirtations

**In my time and experience in my kink I’ve had a tremendous share of the women requesting my help and services. The ones who normally seek me out in my DM’s are normally those who are Professionally and Socially dominant. They usually are empowered with and; some would say burdened with much decision making. They come to me to help mitigate and take away that release. Even the “stay at home Mother often encounter the same thing. Either way, it would *only* make *perfect sense*, logically that a bolder woman would come to me.**

*So this, this is to that quiet one. The one that has the same cravings and needs but might have reasons to not vocalize it as well…..*

I always enjoy the minutia. Whether it’s the deep and yet vacant look in her eyes when you are holding it inside her, rock hard and throbbing. Eye contact. My wry smile a *small* threat that I could pull out my girth at any moment. Maybe it’s the small gasp as I go all the way to the edge, just my tip before slowly thrusting my hips and sliding back deeper inside. My enjoyment a bit too animalistic, perhaps. Read more »

Manhandled & Taken (Part II)

His thumb slides over to and along your bottom lip. There it lingers for a second before he places it on your chin. Lifting your head slightly so that his deep stare meets your eyes. “Focus, young lady.” His index finger now resting under your chin. “I didn’t tell you to stop unbuttoning, did I?” His voice not the least bit raised. Read more »

Manhandled and Taken

**I wanted to preface by saying that in most erotica I don’t incorporate or write a woman’s thoughts or feelings. I do this because I do not want to affect the individuals experience. Having said that. I’m going to use this platform as an outlet to try.**

Self-sufficient and intellectual. This was your double edged burden. You fought and navigated her way to the position she was in today after toiling and hard work. Wasn’t always fair but your wit and cunning always got you where you needed to be.
The other side of this sword is the utter responsibility that was now your burden. 95% of the time it was fine because of the already stated reasons. That 5% though could get lonely. See, you have to sell out quite a bit to climb. Sometimes the feeling is overwhelming.

*He* was the one thing you still were never allowed to be. Sure he worked his ass off as well to get to where he was but as the only Administrator in the company that you answered to he was allowed breathing room, he could fuck up and still not have to worry about his position. He was cocky for his age. She’d scoff as he brought some of the women he did to social gathers and occasionally his office. You even were pretty sure you once heard muffled moans when taking up documents to his secretary. He came off as the same way you were. Confident borderline cocky. It crawled under your skin. Read more »

Naughty Lists and Full Sacks. (A Truly Inspired Holiday Classic) BDSM.

After an early night in you are tucking yourself into your warm cozy bed. It might be Christmas Eve but “visions of sugar plums” aren’t *exactly* what are dancing in your head. Your head still racing from the exhilarating night out with the girls. You were home *much* earlier than you’d have liked and the frustration was building the more you thought back on the night. Damn Christmas. Damn family gatherings. You hadn’t spent good, quality time decompressing with friends. It was holiday and you all were going to take advantage of that. After a bit of drinking, dancing and laughing you and your friends new it was time to get going. You had to be somewhat responsible and get home early. You had family over at your place for the night and had to be home to let them in. They were counting on you…and you know how tenuous *that* can be.
Of course, as your usual luck would have it a really cute older guy approaches your group and makes immediate eye contact with you. It exudes confidence and you notice *just* a hint of a few wrinkles around his eyes as you are fixated on the glint in them. The crooked little smile he asks if he can buy you one more and moves in closer. Just knowing you wouldn’t possibly say no.
But you *had* to. Again, Damn responsibility. Now as you lie there in bed you think about that confidence. You imagine where his hands would have gone first once he inevitably got you back to his place. Where you’d have wanted to place yours. His hips pressing closer to yours. It’s all you can take to not slide your hand down inside your pj’s. You don’t want the horror of waking up a parent. You don’t exactly trust your self to be quiet. It’s not really like it’s that easy to feel all that sexy in your Christmas pj’s. For fucks sake, they make you feel like your 12 again. But it’s not like you can exactly prance around in what you normally go to bed. Slowly you nod off….. Read more »