LOGINChapter 5 - The Long Night I came on his mouth with a long, shaking moan, my thighs clamped around his head, and he licked me through every second of it. The whole room went white at the edges for a moment, and I held his hair in both fists and ground down onto his face until the last wave rolled out of me, and only then did I let go and pull away. I climbed off and looked at him. His face was wet to the ears. His mouth was still open, his tongue still out, like a man who hadn't been told the meal was over. His eyes, when they found mine, were glassy and far away, and he smiled up at me. "Roll over," I said. He rolled onto his stomach, and the movement dragged the chain between the nipple clamps across the mattress, and he hissed through his teeth. I unclipped the cuffs and pulled his arms out from behind him and stretched them up over his head, and I tied them to the headboard with the silk rope, one wrist, then the other, pulling them so his shoulders stretched and his
Chapter 4 - The Dominance I let him kneel there for a full minute without saying a word. "Stand up," I said. He rose. His eyes stayed on the floor. "Hands behind your back." He clasped them at the small of his back. His cock was already full and heavy, curving up against his belly, and I could see the pulse beating in the shaft. I walked to the bench and picked up the collar. Black leather, an inch and a half wide, a steel D-ring at the throat. I came back to him and held it up where he could see it. "Look at it." He lifted his eyes. "I'm going to put this on you," I said. "When it's on, you're under my dominance. Until I say otherwise. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Say it again." "I'm yours, mistress.” I stepped behind him and buckled the collar around his throat, snug, one finger of room. I hooked a finger through the D-ring and pulled him back against my chest, and he came easily, his head tipping back onto my shoulder. "You're in for one hell o
Chapter 3 - The Man at the Door I woke with a dull soreness between my thighs that was more memory than ache. My calves were stiff from riding him, and there was a tenderness in my cunt that made me press my legs together as I stretched. But it wasn't the soreness I wanted. I got up, showered, and spent the afternoon doing something I almost never did. I prepared. I went to the work room and opened the cabinet. The leather smell rose up to meet me. I took everything out, one piece at a time, and laid it on the bench. The flogger with the braided tails. The single-tail. The riding crop. A set of nipple clamps, the screw kind, not the twee little clothespins the amateurs used. A leather collar with a steel ring at the throat. Cuffs, wrist and ankle, lined with sheepskin so they wouldn't cut. A ball gag, red, medium. A butt plug, stainless, weighted. A cock ring, leather and snaps. I cleaned each one. I oiled the leather. I checked the welds on the chains. I laid it all out in neat
Chapter 2 - A Different Kind of Hunger I woke the next morning with an ache between my legs that had nothing to do with the wine and everything to do with the fact that I hadn't been properly fucked in a long time. Not the kind of fucking I doled out to clients who didn't deserve it. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my hand drifting down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear. I was already wet. I pulled my hand away and reached for my phone. The contact was still there. Ryan. We'd hooked up on and off for a few years, back before the dominatrix work had become my whole life. I hit call before I could talk myself out of it. It rang three times. "Hello?" His voice was rough with sleep. "It's Mara." A pause. Then a low chuckle. "Well, shit. I never thought I'd hear from you again. Thought you were too busy whipping bankers to remember the little people." "Are you free right now?" "Right now?" Another pause. I could hear him shifting, probably si
Chapter 1 - The Ones Who LieThe leather creaked beneath my boots as I circled the man kneeling on the floor. Forty-six, a hedge fund manager from Greenwich, five thousand dollars for the privilege of being told what to do. His name was Gerald. He'd given it to me on the phone, along with his safe word, limits, and his fantasy.I should have known from the start. That slight quiver in his voice. The rehearsed cadence of a man who'd watched too much porn and thought that made him an expert."Eyes down," I said, keeping my voice low and even.His head dipped. Then popped right back up. "Like this? Is this what you meant? Should I…""Eyes Down.""Right, right, sorry. It's just… I want to make sure I'm doing it right, you know? Because I read that…"I pinched the bridge of my nose."Stand up," I commanded.He scrambled to his feet, his erection bobbing against his stomach. Already hard, which was a good sign, but the way he kept shifting his weight from foot to foot told me everything I n
Fucked On My Therapist’s Couch 🍆🍆 Chapter: Banged on the couch 🍆🍆🍆💦 I almost didn’t walk through the door when I arrived at Dr Reid’s place. My hands were cold when I signed my name at the reception desk. The waiting room felt too quiet. Every second that ticked by made the knot in my stomach pull tighter. The office door finally opened. Dr. Reid stood there in his usual dark shirt and slacks. His eyes found mine immediately. “Clara,” he said. “Come in.” I stepped past him, and the door clicked shut. I sat on the couch, and he sat in his chair. For a long moment neither of us spoke. “How are you?” he asked. His voice was low and controlled. “I couldn’t sleep,” I said. “I kept thinking about last week. About how close we got.” He exhaled slowly. “We need to talk about that.” “I know.” “What happened was a mistake. I crossed a line by sitting so close. By almost—” He stopped. His jaw tightened. “It can’t happen again.” I looked at him, and r







