Tales of Secrets

The apartment smelled like vanilla candles and fresh laundry, the kind of cozy Saturday afternoon that begged for laziness. Riley and Sofia had been best friends since freshman year—thick as thieves, finishing each other’s sentences, sharing clothes, secrets, and, lately, something more. It started innocently enough: drunk kisses at parties, hands lingering too long under blankets during movie nights. Then one rainy Thursday they’d crossed the line properly, mouths and fingers and breathless giggles until dawn. Now it was routine. Or at least, it had become routine. They were on Riley’s bed—queen-size, white sheets already rumpled—Sofia straddling Riley’s hips, both of them naked except for the thin silver chain Sofia still wore around her neck. Riley’s dark hair fanned across the pillow; Sofia’s auburn curls curtained their faces as they kissed, slow and deep, tongues sliding together like they had all the time in the world. Riley’s hands roamed Sofia’s back, nails dragging lightly

Chapter 3: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. He stopped wriggling and I felt his warm hand touch my thigh again. Seconds seemed like minutes as his hand slid over my skin and up my leg. It passed over onto the fabric of my togs and moved ever closer to my cock. I felt my loins swelling. Ever so slowly, Alex’s hand slid over my togs and onto my cock. He slid it from my balls, up my shaft, rubbing gently as my dick hardened. My eyes closed as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Then Alex broke free.I was out of air. I gasped loudly as my face broke the surface, taking in a deep lungful of air. I looked over at Alex, he had his back to me as he made his way to the pool steps. I couldn’t help but feel slightly confused about the abrupt end to our little incident. He walked up the steps and out of the water, turning his head to the side. He winked at me and then went and grabbed his towel. I smiled and followed, getting out of the pool and grabbing my towel. I was about

It took me a moment to realise, but I met the kiss head on, snatching breaths between fevered playing of tongues and lips. My hand came up to her waist and my other hand to her breasts and she pressed herself forward into me, grinding her navel and stomach against the bulge in my training trousers, and then her hands went down to her white belt and undid it, her white jacket hung loose around her shoulders. The binding still mostly covered her breasts but it had been worked loose by the training. I kissed her hard again, grasped the fabric in both hands and ripped it, unwrapping it from her, my hands now crushing her breasts , my thumbs twirling round her nipples.She broke the kiss and glared at me. “Not fast enough.” Suddenly she had her foot behind mine and I had tumbled back on the floor. I gathered my bearings in time to see her straddling me and in time to feel her grind down against my crotch, my hands moved straight to the tie keeping her trousers on and suddenly they were

"Yes, sir," she repeated, unsure if being a proper slave would be better or worse than what it was like so far. Only an hour later, she was dressed in fresh clothes Rayna lent her, and they were on their way through the city to Dmitri's house. He lived in a penthouse apartment that looked over central park, and it was so big she didn't know what two people could do with so much space. They set her up in the bedroom beside Rayna’s, then Dmitri sent the two slaves to make lunch while he called Ben. Vay was unsure of most aspects of slavery, but one thing she could do was cook. Rayna stood at the frying pan while Vay chopped up all the ingredients for the omelettes. When they were done, Rayna sat at the table in front of her plate, Vay just stood behind her chair."You can sit, you know, Master isn't fussy about that."Vay nodded and slid into the seat beside her."Did they really do that to you?" Rayna asked, pointing at the bandage on her forehead.Vay nodded. "I spilled some water."

She nodded. He moved out of her field of vision and swung the paddle without warning. The sharp pain made her gasp, but it wasn't as bad as she expected. The second came down in the exact same spot, eliciting a squeak from her. Then the third on her other cheek, slowly turning her ass bright red. At 6 she tried to shy away, but Ben just pulled her ass back on display. 9 and 10 were particularly hard, and she cried out around the gag as they landed on her already bruised ass."Take it in your hand and stroke it," he directed, and she did as asked, before slowly licking up the length of the shaft, eliciting a groan from Ben."Okay Vay, so what I wanted to discuss with you is the next stage of your training. I need to know how much you can handle in terms of orgasms. And so do you. So, tomorrow, we will be spending three hours in the playroom testing your limits."She nodded, her leg shaking nervously under the table."We are going to spend the first hour and a half on orgasm denial. See