Dream a Little Dream of Me

James winced and breathed in sharply as Debbie ran the pinwheel over his freshly whipped back.   “It looks very pretty” she said, stepping back to admire the patterns she had made as she gave him a hundred lashes with her new single tail. She took a photograph with her phone and the sound of

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Erotica: Marlene on the Wall

Debbie quickly learned that submission to James was not to be a matter of the few hours a week they spent together. Rather she was to learn to submit to him every minute of every day. Her submission, her giving of herself in love, was to be written on her soul. Debbie was to be

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Erotica: Mornington Crescent

Not least of the attractions of being with James was that he was a wonderful cook. Most of the time they were not in the bedroom they spent in the kitchen with Debbie obediently preparing the vegetables, washing up, doing everything Chef required in anticipation of the treats ahead. It was a Monday evening, a

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Features: A View from the Client Side

The admirable Maggie McNeill has declared Friday 13th to be a day for non sex workers to speak out in defence of sex workers’ rights. Many bloggers blogged in support yesterday. Yet one important group remains in the shadows or maybe just prefers to keep its collective head below the parapet. These are the clients.

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Erotica: Forty Kinds of Penance

  Wednesday was confession day. James was away on business that week so Debbie had to make her weekly confession by Skype. She undressed, arranged the webcam attached to the top of her monitor to film her as she knelt in naked humility and selected ‘Lordandmaster’ on the menu bar. She clicked with the mouse

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Erotica: In a Lady’s Garden

When Valerie invited me to her party, I found out she was older than my mother. ‘I’m 60’ she said ‘and I’m retiring. I’ve a lot to celebrate.’ I knew my neighbour as a keen gardener. Every day she was out in the garden, in her old clothes, spectacles on a string around her neck

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Erotica: A Master of Arts

Debbie saw him immediately when she walked into the restaurant. He was dressed, as arranged, in a three piece suit with a crisp white shirt and an Oxford college tie. She went up to him walking briskly and not betraying the nerves she felt. ‘You must be James’ she said with a smile, offering her

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