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His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

I don't swing that way typically. I like the control the art of Shibari gives me. It calls to a place deep inside myself that likes to have power over another person. It sounds a little depraved and it probably is. My thoughts are my own. I teach about respect and safety. No one has to know that binding a woman into submission is a total turn-on. I'm often rock hard before I'm done and always wear loose trousers, so I can hide how affected I am seeing my work displayed on a woman's body. Her breasts bound, pussy on display. Oftentimes, the woman is just as aroused. Nipples hard and pussy wet, dripping. It's why I always have a sub. I can go to the club and use her mercilessly. She will ask n

I will be his slave, give him everything he wants, but I will fight for him to touch me. "Well, Kitty. I require my submissive, I don't need a slave. Just someone who submits and back chats every now and then." I smile, as I feel something slide across my body slowly, as it removes, his hands grasp my body pulling me to my knees. I can sense he is standing in front of me. his finger strokes my face.

will indicate an approach to the limits of play. **Section Three: Submissive’s pledge** I will do my best to serve Miss Khali Luciano. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve her. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

I started driving in and out, causing the table to creak beneath us. I fucked her slow but deep and thorough at first. “Oh god—Fuck. Tsssss….”. Each stroke drew a moan from her throat. Her legs tightened around me, pulling me closer. I bent her legs back, pressing her knees towards her chest, and increased the pace. “Uhhhhh yeah. Uhhhhh yeah. Yeeeeees”. The table rocked and the books scattered around slid to the floor. “Look at me”. Her eye met mine and I saw how dark and full of surrender they were.

a sad face draws from mother Amy when she said that with a sad tone. She slowly lowered her head. And for a while, when I turned my eyes to mother Isabella, her hands were clasped together. Her head was just slightly bent down also. Seems her position is that she was just listening to us. Suddenly, Candice put her hands on mother Isabella, as she was seated right next to her. This time, it seems the atmosphere changed when we heard Candice says something.

I needed a kiss badly, and I ran my moist tongue over my lips to bring his attention to that. And when he didn't seem to care, I asked. "Won't you kiss me?" His cold eyes fell on me again. "You won't get a kiss from me until you learn to be quiet, now step over there." I hated myself just then. Was this how it was to be submissive, to be a Dom's pet? He wore the handcuffs around my wrists and clipped the extended end of the chain attached to handcuffs to a potruded chain from the ceiling.