I stood in the dimly lit, soundproof chamber known as The Studio, a place where pleasure and pain mingle with the scent of leather, rubber and sweat. The Slave, a meticulous man dressed in a simple leather apron, stood before me, holding a complex black leather body harness that seemed more of an art form than a mere garment. His eyes met mine in the mirror as he began to fasten the intricate web of straps and rings aroun...

With heavy traffic causing everything to come to a standstill, the poor ventilation on the bus made the trip even more uncomfortable than Brian had expected. The suspension of train services that weekend had forced everyone onto alternative transport, and Brian's bus journey was making him bored and frustrated. He needed some form of escape, and it was safe to say that the woman sitting beside him provided it. "I'm sure t...

As Tom and Becky sat down, they tried to make sense of the drama they had experienced. When Becky was approached in the bustling streets of the capital, she lost her concentration, and only Tom's intervention prevented her from having her purse stolen from her bag. When Tom noticed that the man distracting Becky had an accomplice trying to take her purse, he shouted a warning and quickly approached the scene. The would-be...

As Tracey listened to Ian finish his story, she smiled and laughed in a way that her instinct suggested he would understand. The conversation started when she asked him if he knew the location of the temporary bus stop, but it had taken an unexpected turn, or at least that was true from Ian's point of view. "I'm glad that people come to live here from all over the world, just as we did, but encountering someone who isn't...

"I'll be down as soon as I can," Brian said, hearing the voice on the intercom mention that she needed a signature for this particular item. Jenny reflected on her last day working for the couriers while she waited for Brian to come down the stairs from his flat. The contract had served its purpose. It was her final drop, and all she wanted was to relax. Brian smiled as he signed the document, though he was surprised to h...

Surprisingly, there was no gossip around the office about the 'Motel Game.' Susan was curious if anyone else had played, so she asked a few of the more flirtatious women if they'd heard about it and learned that a few of them had gotten the email from Joe and that Jane had tried it. In talking, the two women discovered they both had been to the motel once and had basically the same experience, the blindfold, spreader bar,...

I was making my rounds of the hotel rooms that were past their check-out times. I did this every day as part of my hotel job, reminding these sleepyheads that they had to get out soon or they'd be charged a late check-out fee. But when I knocked on the door to room 369, I got no answer. Not uncommon, since guests were often in the process of checking out anyway, or got their days confused and were off sightseeing. So, I u...

It all started as a crazy game for the horny men and flirtatious women in the office. Joe, a senior lawyer at the firm, proposed his idea for a 'Motel Game' to the close group of guys he went to lunch with most Fridays. He asked the guys if they'd chip in to pay for a motel room if he could talk any of the girls from work to go there and meet one or more of them for sex at lunchtime. They were pretty enthusiastic about it...

Lilly, I had learned from Bernard, was one of his latest acquisitions, well-trained and conditioned; an absolute must-have submissive and to be experienced. But Bernard was a very subjective raconteur, and I could never take Bernard's information at face value. Something special, though, had been developing between us over the many years. It was once we started sharing our submissive women and playing our games of interna...

"It's Happiness Day today. What makes you happy?" Lisa had been asking the question for an hour to passers-by outside the station and was beginning to feel a little weary. Martin hadn't seen Lisa leap out from the shadows with her microphone, but once she told him he was live on air, he felt the quickest, polite way to escape was to answer. "Waking up and realising I'm not dead." Lisa was no stranger to eliciting opinions...

Sue looked forward to the next session with Robert all week, so when the time came, she walked the block and a half over to his house with a spring in her step. She was feeling especially naughty today, so, hoping to get an extra dose of the discipline that turned her on, she intentionally wore nothing under her long coat. On arriving, Robert opened the door and invited her in, then kissed her as was his custom. She did n...

Jade slipped her dripping fingers from her body with a broad smile on her face. She didn't always have the time or inclination to read the stories published on the website, but she felt it had been her best decision of the day. Enjoying the embers of a fire of climax, she felt driven to thank the story's author for making her evening. 'Thank you for sharing. Lovely.' Jade typed into the comment box beneath the story. Henr...

The constant stream of people seeking information was something she had come to expect. Their questions had changed little over the years. While the number of customers remained fairly stable, their expectations and lack of manners had become increasingly challenging. The shifts and overtime were necessary to pay the bills, especially in the big city where rental prices were much higher compared to what she had paid when...

You're getting ready for bed when you see him across the room, in his usual toga and apparently nothing else. He is just standing there, smiling at you. It's Bob the ghost calling again, but he hasn't said anything yet; he is just watching you. He waits, watching while you finish at the sink and head back into the bedroom. You wonder what fun he has for you tonight “Allow me to help you out of your clothes, if I may,” gho...