Micah gets shackled in the dessert

"Kneel, please." My voice was soft; I never needed to raise it.

Katarine dropped to her knees, eyes downcast, a model of obedience. She was well trained to my moods and knew when a little resistance was warranted; this was not one of those times. She knew she had overstepped her privileges; she didn't know that I knew, nor what I had in store for her.... ... (more)

I can hear him calling me. I know he is wondering where I am and why his meal is not on the table, as he expects it should be. Deep inside me, underneath the black leather, an excitement bubbles. It mixes with the familiar feelings of fear and the fading pain. Soon only the numerous bruises, that cover my body, will remain as testament to that pain. He has raised his hand to me for the last time. It should not be I that is afraid but, he, my beloved husband.... ... (more)

I can't believe I am standing here naked, at a cocktail party, with my arms held behind my back in handcuffs. I must be crazy, but let me tell you how it all started.
About two weeks ago I met Jeff, an old friend from high school. I have been working as a journalist since finishing university, and Jeff was working as an engineer at a local high tech firm. We went for coffee and talked about old times.... ... (more)

Master informed me that He would begin my training now so that i would learn how to pleasure Him or be punished if i did not perform as expected. He instructed me to remain naked and on the bed while He was gone to his seminar. Standing there like an idiot, i did not move fast enough, in fact not at all. The next thing i knew was His hand landing on my ass. The sting brought tears to my eyes and then He told me again to undress. Quickly, i removed all of my clothes and sat on the bed. He grabbed hold of my upper arms and pulled me to Him, kissing me deeply. ... ... (more)

The key ring rattles in her palm as she sorts through each one, finally locating the house key. With a sigh of tired relief she slips it into the lock, pushing at the door with one shoulder. She steps inside the warmth of her home, feeling the tension of a long day slowly drip from her shoulders like hot, liquid steel. Delicate fingers unfurl, the black leather bag she carries slipping to the floor to land with a soft thud on thickly piled, hunter green carpet. ... ... (more)

My name is Amanda. However, only my father and my dom call me that. Everyone else calls me Mandi. I am a submissive longing to become a slave- wondering if I am cut out for the job. I live with my dom. He owns my heart as well as my body. Believe it or not we met at work. He was my supervisor. Never before had I been dominated though I've always longed to be. There is a hole in me that I know can only be filled when I am totally dominated-when I become his slave. ... ... (more)

The peculiar scent of hot sun on packed earth rose around them as they browsed the displays. The typical mixture of hand-made local crafts and cheap imported replicas filled the stands at the fair. Roni wandered slowly and looked over the wares, Jesse at her side. She saw his interest in the display of knives and swords imported from India and smiled to herself. Jesse did have a liking for cold steel.... ... (more)

The time was awhile back; I had been 'publicly rejected' (privately I was the most wanted and needed) by the majority of my girlfriends. In the various different circles of people I dealt with from my work I had many friends. The rejection was more of a masculine mind tease for these 'debutants' to keep their current, and more often than not loved, boy toys from being too jealous of me. ... ... (more)

The strains of Mozart, badly-played on my neighbour's piano, drifted through the open window. I recognised the piece, one I used to play myself - a sonata of relative simplicity. When the telephone rang, the harsh notes cutting through the air, it startled me, even though I was expecting the call. It was him, just as I knew it would be. His instructions were specific, precise - with no preparatory smalltalk.... ... (more)

The wheels made a distinctive drone, as I sped along the interstate. I was on my way to meet Joan, for the first time. I hoped things went well. I hope Joan would find me desirable, and, in time, become my first and only sex slave. We had E-mailed back and forth, for a month or so. Then about two weeks a go, we started talking, on the phone. If this weekend went well, Joan would come out west and stay with me for a month, then we would make a decision, concerning our future.... ... (more)