I have had a lot of good sex recently. I have had sex with a cisgendered man, a cis woman, and a trans woman. I suppose I count as pansexual. I have been horny for much of the time and would have had more sex of time permitted. But stuff gets in the way, work, domestic matters, and writing. Writing? I haven’t written anything for … Continue reading Getting The Block
It was good to see you again, even a furtive glance across the aisle of the supermarket. I would have come and said hello but you were with your wife. Little does she know how much she has to thank me for. You smiled and I am sure I saw your trousers bulge, and saw you turn away to rub your groin. I imagined that … Continue reading Breaking the Mould
Gillian had been disappointed with her first clients since she had started work as a professional sub. The men who had claimed to be turned on by the idea of dominating women had turned out to be, well, useless, dominant neither in demeanour nor in behaviour. As for the CP, the cruel canings she enjoyed so much, well, it was best not to mention that. … Continue reading You Naughty Girl!
My first ever client left, shutting the hotel bedroom door quietly behind him. I was now a whore, a proper whore! I held the sheaf of banknotes in my hand, smelt it, fanned myself with it, enjoying the soft breeze it made on a sultry summer evening. I wrote WHORE in lipstick on the dressing table mirror and took up position before it so that … Continue reading Meeting the Girl
I knew I was in trouble as soon as she went down. I was going for the ball, I was sure I would get to it but at the last second Sara Martinsson turned with lithe grace, accelerated away and my outstretched foot caught her trailing leg. She went down and rolled over a couple of times, clutching her shin, just to make sure. The … Continue reading Swedish Nights
David sobbed as the searing pain of the hundredth stroke speared through his buttocks. He had never known pain like this. Mistress untied him and drew him to her. She hugged him and stroked his hair. ‘Brave boy. Mistress is proud of you.’ David continued to sob. As he felt Mistress’s breasts rise and fall, felt her warmth and soft skin he felt shame that … Continue reading The Longest Night
I still don’t quite know how it happened. I was the member of my local church who taught new members about God, the Bible and things like that. I wore my hair straight, my blouses had long sleeves and my skirts went below the knee. I was demure and modest. One day I was teaching Matthew, a pleasant young man of my own age when … Continue reading A Taste of Honey
Karen is my best friend. She is not at all kinky but always laughs at the stories I tell her of the adventures I have as a professional dominatrix. This Saturday evening we had had quite a bit to drink but, as the clock began to tick round to eleven o’clock we were in no mood to finish. I went to the bar to get … Continue reading Turning The Tables
I took a dozen yellow Post It notes and stuck them to the dressing table mirror. On each one I had written ‘I am a whore.’ I repeated these words to myself as I dressed, a black lycra mini skirt, black fishnets, a leopard print top and jacket, and, to round it off, pink ankle boots. I slung my handbag over my shoulder and paced … Continue reading The Girl in the Pink Boottees
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