Category: eroticliterature

You weren’t sure how long it had been. The days seemed to blur together, the weeks, months?

At first it had been so hard. When he had first bought you. To be kept inside, without your freedom. It took a long time to train you, you were so resistant. Always fighting and trying to escape.

Soon you learned the more you fought the more you were punished though. The spankings, the whippings, they were painful enough. But the worst was the feeling of shame. You were so ashamed because deep down you liked it.

Life in the master’s house wasn’t so bad after all. Each morning you would get dressed and put on the pretty outfit he left out for you. You had to admit he had good taste. He would always leave out dresses, sometimes long and flowing past your knees, sometimes short enough that you never felt quite covered.

You even started to get used to your collar, with its little tinkling bell that rattled as you walked around the house, vacuuming and mopping, dusting and polishing. Read more »

She stood off to the side of the crowd in the darkness of the corner. The club was quiet, disturbingly so. The only sounds were the harsh breathing of the on lookers and the echoing of a wooden paddle meeting flesh. The theater like room was dim, with a spot light hanging from the ceiling and pointed towards a raised platform at the front. The couple on the stage were regulars and had been involved in the lifestyle for a couple years now. The petite blonde on the stage was kneeling at the feet of a tall, muscular man, completely in submission to her Master and lover.

However, the woman standing in the shadows wasn’t focused on the couple on the stage or the lewd acts being played out by the couples in the audience. Instead, her eyes continuously returned to the bartender across the room. There was no one seated at the bar and from the looks of his face, there hadn’t been in a while. He sat on a stool behind the bar, drying glasses while glancing towards the stage every few seconds. She stood in the shadows, staring at the man and silently urging herself to walk across the room and speak with him. The room seemed to become smaller and warmer as she glanced between the bartender and the scene on the stage. Read more »

*I have a job for you.*

That’s all the text had said. It wasn’t specific, there was no pleasantries surrounding it, it was just a simple declarative.

*How can I help?*

There was no response. That was two days ago. I didn’t want to seem like a neurotic neighbour, so I left it alone. I spent the the next while sorting out my place, registering my new address with the bank, boring things like that. My job meant that I had a lot of spare time waiting for clients to contact me rather than the other way around, so every morning I did the same routine – I showered, got dressed in some proper work-day clothes, opened my laptop, set up the work system, and just kind of hung out from there, waiting to be contacted.

One morning, about a week after The Text, the doorbell rang. I assumed it was the postwoman; I didn’t have a mailbox or slot in my door, so while I was waiting to install one, the woman would ring the doorbell and leave the post on the doormat. Read more »

*Gabe*

Sabrina squealed, “I’m not getting naked!!!”

I sighed, “We’ve been through this before Sabrina. All I’m asking is for you to do is take off some clothes until you no longer feel comfortable.”

Sabrina quickly shook her head, “No not uh.”

I leaned back relaxing on my bed as Sabrina stood in front of me all tensed up since I asked her to get comfortable and remove some clothes.

Some being the key word.

I looked at her, “Listen Sabrina this was a test to see if you can remain comfortable by removing the same amount of clothes as you did at the golf course. A test you failed.”

She folded her arms at me, “Uh Huh coming from the guy who stole my panties when I wasn’t looking.”

I smiled at her, “It kept you comfortable didn’t it?”

She shook her head, “No way the rest of the way to the dorms and my trek up to my room I thought someone was going to notice I wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.”

I smiled, “And how did that make you feel.” Read more »

I know your name and little more
And yet we both lie here all sore
It was my hunger that met your thirst
I got so lost in you, immersed

All evening our talk was prone
To all sorts hidden undertone
Your lips and gaze locked mine
I could not escape for lack of tryin’

I don’t know if I’ll ever learn
The mind behind these breasts so firm
We talked before, I barely listened
Could not focus, your lips they glistened

Now we both lie here in the dark
Your eyes still carry the same spark
I have not grown tired of you yet
Am still between your legs all spread

Tingles in my toes in the throws of

Waves over me, captures me, seduces my

Eyes… yours locked with mine, in time

Is this wine? Lightheaded from your scent

I dreamt your lips meant more than they said

In bed, or is this dead?

Dread peers around the corner

That little deformer.

Riddles and fears keep me near tears, dear

Can you hear my soul? Yours a soft lull, warm at my chest

Your head on my breast tests my patience

To give you a chance, or a lolly, is this folly?