I arrived at the house with two other girls. We had been chosen from several at the market and now we were waiting with the boy whe had bought us to be let into the house. We heard footsteps and then the door opened to reveal another slave girl. She led us into the hall then told the boy to go and carry on with his other chores.

I have been waiting a long time for this.

Finally we are alone and know that no one else will disturb us. It is a huge turn on to realise that at last I can kiss you openly, wrap my legs round you, suck your cock, fuck you.

Tim placed the cane on my bare bottom and I braced myself for the first stroke. He swished it up into the air and my eyes clenched tight with a mixture of anticipation and dread. But instead of the hard smack I was expecting, all of a sudden I felt the tip of the cane caress my throbbing pussy.

"Please come," he said. "It will make it so much more tolerable to have you with me."

She sighed - a fake one to make him think she was irritated - and agreed to meet him at the office and attend yet another function at which his presence was required. She went to the closet and took out the dress she'd hidden in the back and slipped it on, inhaling the scent of new leather that she knew would arouse him, too. She zipped up the front, all the way from the hem to the high collar that made her hold her neck up proudly. The straps and buckles had already been fixed to fit her perfectly in the rear. One at her neck, one at her waist and one at the hem....and absolutely nothing in between.

As you stand in the shower, head hanging, luxuriating in the relaxation the hot water brings, your sexy body running with water, beads glistening in the small hairs which curl against your chest like a lover’s head, the creak of the opening door alarms you.

I wasn't particularly keen on the idea of going to a school disco party when Charlotte suggested it. All that dressing up as schoolgirls wasn't really my cup of tea. But reluctantly I gave in. Luckily I just about fitted into my old green blazer and skirt from the sixth form, although the skirt was a bit shorter on me and I struggled to do up the blazer over my ever-blossoming chest. But together with my old school tie, a white blouse and a pair of knee length white socks, I really looked the part. Even if I did feel uncomfortable about it.

Charlotte, of course, had really gone to town. More Britney Spears than my head girl look, it was just how we had been in school. Me as the class swot and she as the class rebel.

We were sitting contentedly in front of the fire at the local pub downing beers and swapping raunchy stories, when his jaw dropped open in undisguised amazement at my last observation.

"What, me?".

I nodded.

"You're saying that I'M not a tit man?!" he asked, looking incredulous and not a little hurt.

"Uhh...yeah", I said, less confidently, "I mean no! I...I really don't remember much happening in that particular area the other week...not that I remember much anyway...".

He shook his head, appearing both irritated and bemused, and corrected me. "That's the second worst thing you could say to me", he exclaimed. "The worst would be, 'So, you like the boys do you?'!".

I laughed, and thought it best to quickly change the subject.

Danny and I had been dating pretty seriously for several months when something happened that reminded me of my seedy history. It was an accident, really. We were having sex in the missionary position and he put his hands on my shoulders pinning me to the bed. I’m sure this had happened to me before with him, but for some reason, this time it brought a flood of memories with it and I climaxed fast and hard beneath him.

Katya had a momentary flicker of doubt. She was sitting in a chair in Sean’s room, with scarves tied across her stomach, just under her breasts. The scarves held her arms to the arms of the chair and kept her still. There was another scarf round her ankles holding her legs open. Her freshly shaved pussy was completely exposed, and she could feel the cold air against it. Sean gently settled the blindfold over her eyes, blocking out her view of him.

Sean read the message on his phone again.

“Come home straight after work, I need you, x”

It was Katya, but she knew that he almost always came straight home anyway, so he didn't really understand why she would send it. He hurried home, slightly worried in case something was wrong, and called her name as he opened the door.

I've finally gotten my boss to let me work from home as a paralegal. It's almost a raise, because after removing the childcare from my monthly bills I am more than breaking even, plus I don't have to drive to work! It's great. I put the kids in half-day "socialization" classes every day so I still have some free time.

We're in a hotel room in Cheltenham. Tastefully decorated, it is dominated by the kingsize bed above which a wooden pole is attached to the wall from which hang two leather headrests. Equally dominating is the large bay window looking out on to Cheltenham's Ladies College and the surrounding affluent accomodation. In front of this window is a grand wooden desk.

Why could she not concentrate? She had been staring at the same page for the last twenty minutes. All she could think about was how erotic her legs felt as they softly rubbed against each other; bringing flashbacks of the night before when she had felt his legs. God, she could still taste him. Her neck deliciously ached. How she wished he could just be behind her, she longed to be taken and devoured by him right there in the library. She suddenly realised she was sucking her fingers a little too hard. Opening her eyes wide she sat up and cautiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. There was no need to worry; the only two people that had been sitting next to her had gone and she was left in alone in the corner of the library.

Although I consider myself to be an open-minded, adventurous person, I am in that most conventional of conventional things: a "monogamous" relationship. Does this make me a hypocrite, old-fashioned, or, worst of all, boring as hell? I like to think not.

Alex stood up and gazed upon this beautiful, sexy woman in front of him. Submitting herself to him completely was no easy task, and it showed in how flushed she was, the depth of her breathing, and the way her body was presented for him. He gently reached out and parted her legs, so that she was fully exposed to him. He noticed with admiration that she had shaved, as he asked her to. With no teddy shorts, she was unable to hide any of herself, but that’s the way he wanted her. His cock was already turgid and swollen, ready for anything that might come. “Well,” he said to himself, “it’s about time to see…”

Alex pulled Heather into his room. As soon as they were standing together in the middle of the room, he took her other hand, and together with the gardenia, rubbed her hands together with his. The aroma of gardenia suffused the room, and it was now on her hands and on his hands.

Heather had flipped the switch. Well, figuratively, at least… It happened that Heather had been surfing the net one fateful day when she came across a personal ad that caught her attention: “Submissive woman wanted for a secret affair – no experience needed.” It almost sounded too business-like to be real, but the words in the ad weren’t anything close to business-like. She read the ad once, twice. While not yet understanding why, the ad drew her attention at some primal level. Without consciously doing so, she found herself replying to the ad. His name was Alex.

I kept brushing my tits against him as I staggered up the hotel stairs in my four inch stilettos after the fancy dress party. I was dressed as a French maid, wearing a very low cut top and a very short black skirt with a little lace apron on it. He was dressed as himself. Party pooper. I wanted him to kiss me but he showed no signs of complying. We walked along the corridor together until we reached room 209 – his room. He took the key out of his pocket. I looked at his crotch and leaned against the door post, licking my lips, ever so slightly.

It's a sunny afternoon, and we're walking along the beach hand in hand enjoying the opportunity to be outside and feel free. I'm wearing a short sun dress which shows off my tan perfectly and you're looking sporty as ever. You wouldn't be far placed from one of those surfer guys out in the sea catching the waves.

As soon as she entered the bar her eyes flicked across to me. I beckoned her over with a tilt of my head; I noticed her gaze hardly stray up from my crotch. I instructed her to fetch me a drink. As she walked to the bar, my gaze was drawn to her calves, the 5 inch stiletto heels exaggerated the definition and shape of her legs. The high heels caused her buttocks to jut out and sway in that familiar and feminine walk.