Category: eroticliterature

“How desperate can you make a person? Like, immediately desperate. How much can you make someone want a single thing, in a single moment, so that everything else falls away? Composure, grace, dignity, eventually hope, and with it, free will.

“I’ve known some girls that can cum just from tensing some leg muscles and thinking happy thoughts. Sascha hasn’t had a happy thought in month, but even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to do that. She requires stimulation that doesn’t stop a moment after she allows herself a glimmer of hope that she might finally be free. Oh no, she has to go the hard way around.

“I’m going to be honest with you here, we put this poor thing through quite a lot. And it’s hard, you know. She’s so damn pretty, and when she looks at us with those big watery eyes, begging so hard, vowing to never want anything again, you almost want to release her. Then again, she’s prettier when she breaks down and sobs uncontrollably. I often make her tell me how much she loves the taste of her own tears on my cock, and saying that makes her weep even harder. But I digress. Read more »

It had been a week. A week after I first got off the plane to come visit you, I had seen both side of you. The loving and caring Daddy, and the rough and ruthless Dom. I had asked for you to show me everything, but I knew that you were holding back the darkest side until I really deserved it.

We had planned to go to a a cabin deep in the woods to get away from the city, and see a bit of the countryside. This morning I had said some regrettable things, breaking some of the rules we had previously set, and we both knew I needed disciplining.

Even on the way to the cabin I could feel your mood shift, while you were always protective and a bit on guard, you started walking ahead of me, making less jokes, and of course you gave me looks as if to say “you’re on thin ice”. You had been clear, the second we walk into that cabin, although I would always be your little girl, I was first and formost your good fucktoy that would take every slap, every spank, and every thrust with only a “thank you, Daddy”. Read more »

It was Halloween and Daddy and I were going to a party, you told me I was going as a fairy this year, but had not seen the costume I put together. I was so nervous to show you and had been hiding in the bathroom.

“Show me, Kitten”

I opened the bathroom door to reveal just my face, covered in body glitter.

“I said show me, that means all of you. I own you don’t you? Show me what I own”

You always know exactly what to say to make me submit to you.

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing a short strapless pink dress and some heels, covered head to toe in body glitter. With each step I took I glistened.

As I stood infront of you, I awaited instructions.

“Bend over”

I immediately turned around and bent at the waist

“Spread your legs for me, Babygirl”

The agreement for today was not so different than any other day. You pick or inspect what I wear, down to the panties.

I felt your fingers trail across my barely covered ass heading towards my wet slit. Read more »

I saw the church on the grey horizon miles before I felt compelled to drive up to it. It was rickety looking, even from a ways away, like something out of *Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark.* The splintered, weathered boards holding it together were a faded beige, singed with black bits and chipped (white?) paint from decades before. I absently drove in its direction. Mesmerized, robotic actions guided me up the winding hill it sat atop.

There were no other cars here. It looked long abandoned, despite the still functional and newish wooden doors. I approached the front steps, an odd energy permeating my senses. It felt like there was a force pulling me into the structure. I didn’t feel like I was choosing any of it. I had certainly driven myself there, but it all felt so unconscious.

The massive oak doors opened into a rather well-maintained vestibule. Flyers and organized piles of pamphlets made it suddenly clear that this was a functioning church. It opened into a surprisingly opulent nave lined with red carpets and two rows of 12 or so richly brown pews. A series of candles lightly illuminated the room, aided by the striking late afternoon sunlight via the long, narrow windows. The altar was flanked by a massive stained-glass window, depicting a crucified Jesus weeping long tears of blood. It was pretty ominous, but years of Catholic school had pretty much desensitized me to the more heavy-handed aspects of religion. Read more »

I was lying in bed snuggled up tight next to Daddy, we had fallen asleep cuddling, me tucked in safe under your chin feeling the warmth of your chest contrasting with the chilly nights of fall. I had been visiting for couple days, the first days and had a growing need to be pulled over your lap and reminded of my place. I know you want to take it slow and make sure I was comfortable before using me like the good little girl I am for you but, I need to be reminded who is in charge.

I felt the bed move, the source of warmth removed and replaced with the soft fabric of the pillow. Lingering in your scent and relishing in the comfort of being near you… I fell back asleep.

You were tired of my pleading for dominance, and you knew exactly how to show me exactly who had the control. Gathered my wrists, raising them above my head and securing them to the headboard. Trailing your fingers down my legs you spread me open and tied my legs down to the corners of the bed. I did not even stir in my sleep. Read more »

No distance can keep Sir from controlling his good cumslut. We live far enough away that every once in a while I need a reminder that I am Sir’s and that he owns every part of my being. It became obvious that it had been too long since my last punishment when I began misbehaving. First, it was just an eye roll as we were talking, and then it was when we were playing. 

Sir told me that I could touch his dripping wet cunt, but not to cum until gave me permission. As I slid a finger between my soaked lips, I started lightly circling my swollen clit. I had been begging to cum for minutes and I could not be this close to the edge without cumming, while still touching my wet cunt for Sir. This time when he growled “ Not yet, Babygirl” I made the mistake of rolling my eyes. I instantly regretted my actions. His eyes got darker, his brow furrowed, he pressed his lips together, and his entire attitude I saw the change in Sir from a teacher to a Daddy ready to discipline. Read more »

I arrived at the camp, surprisingly wide-eyed considering my lack of sleep and the long drive. But I was excited to see my guy, and nervous about what the night might bring..

He greeted me with a drunken kiss, and led me to meet his friends. I shook their hands and couldn’t help but notice their eyes on me.
I had no idea what they’d discussed, what he promised them. We made very brief small talk before I asked to use the bathroom.

D offered to show me and showed me the way inside. When I emerged, I was surprised to still see him waiting, and more surprised to see his friends had joined us.
He approached me and began kissing me, as only he can: passionately but tender, in a way that weakens my knees. I moaned at his breath on my neck, and inhaled sharply as I felt hands that couldn’t possibly belong to him begin to caress my lower body.

“Just say the word and we’ll stop” he whispered, and I nodded and kissed him again while the stranger’s hands made their way under my dress to my underwear. Read more »

The snow was floating down outside the window and the fire was going strong, it was a perfect night for cuddles and Netflix. He had just come home from a long and stressful day at work and I knew just the way to help him release that stress.

We had been watching a movie for the past hour after dinner and we were just enjoying each others company, his hand resting on my hip, nearly on my ass which was asking to be red with his hand prints all over.

My hand had been wandering, first on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath… then down to his stomach, feeling the warmth radiate off of his body… then down to his belt buckle and the tops of his jeans.

“What do you think you are doing, babygirl?”

I never knew how to answer those types of questions, so I just said the only thing that came to mind “Nothing, Sir.”

“It sure looks like something, if you want to see Sir’s cock you know what to do” Read more »