Her fingers tentatively slid over the touchpad, she knew what she was going to find but was nervous anyway. Not wanting to be caught indulging
1am on a weekday, the perfect time to go to the University library to breathe in the books. The hustle and bustle of frantic deadline
“Stacey, I want you to insert a butt plug before you go to the supermarket.” I mulled over the yet unopened message. I could pretend
I felt small next to her. Not physically, her eye always had to look up to meet mine. Small in a way that I could
“You are only to walk around the room on your knees. This is a high protocol situation, do you understand?” “Yes Master.” My head was
Suck, Bang, Blow The metal fastenings of her corset slotted together with the precision of a Thompson Rifle. Her breasts, like FIFA regulation size footballs
Trapped in darkness, an emotional descent. Senses heightened, the distant sound of another being amplified. Bound, limbs cease to find movement. A laugh that echoes
A cold tingle began to spread from Amber’s toes into her feet, she had been kneeling for longer than usual.