The phone rang. She leapt to answer it. It was him.

She quickly turned her back on her colleagues and answered on a quiet husky voice “Yes Master”

He gave her half an hour to get to the usual meeting place. A shiver ran down her spine in anticipation. She turned back to her colleagues.

We're in our playroom, and it's nice and warm. There's no one else in the house this evening. Unbeknownst to you, I have secreted my 4m long chain in the room, and a couple of padlocks. Earlier today, I overcame my fear of DIY, and learned how to use a drill, in order to fit a sturdy brass eye into the wall. It's low down in the narrow space between the bed and the wardrobe, where it escapes attention unless you know what to look for.

As she woke she felt the bed and realized that it was empty, she was alone. She turned to find the place where he should have been and could still smell him on the pillows and the sheets, the musty smell of his body mixed with the distinctive smell of their sex the night before.

They had been writing for some time and had even spoken a few times on the phone - their friendship seemed to have grown so strong, but Alice was still aware that she had never actually met Robert and so, as she prepared to leave to get the bus to the station to meet him, she felt some real sense of trepidation. Before she left the house she checked the mirror in the hall, yes she thought that she looked OK. She looked down at her clothes. They were neat and well presented but as she ran her hands down her sides it was the sexy bra and suspenders, black stockings and thong that she thought would be most appreciated. At last she slipped into the only truly ‘sexy’ shoes she owned. She normally wore sensible flat shoes but these had small stiletto heals and long pointed toe, she thought of them as her ‘fuck me now’ shoes, bought newly for the purpose, and hoped they would achieve their desired effect.

As she woke she felt the bed and realized that it was empty, she was alone. She turned to find the place where he should have been and could still smell him on the pillows and the sheets, the musty smell of his body mixed with the distinctive smell of their sex the night before.

He had never told any girlfriends of his fantasy and fetishes. One girlfriend in the past had introduced him to the world of sub / dom and he had loved it. In his life he had a high powered stressful job, so in the bedroom he longed to be submissive. Just a few weeks ago he had taken the plunge and told his current girlfriend about his submissive side and his foot fetish. He was afraid she would back off, but she accepted it, Since then they have talked about it and tonight was the night when she was to become his “mistress” for the first time.

When she arrived at the hotel she went into the ladies to check her appearance before going through to the bar where they had arranged to meet. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what he would make of her. She was dressed as she had been instructed, a low cut black top with no bra and she could feel the material scratching against her nipples which were becoming more and more sensitive as she anticipated the evening ahead.

As she woke up she was surprised to find a sensation of pleasure washing over her. In the microsecond before she was aware of her surroundings and who was in bed beside her she just knew that she felt SO good.

My mobile phone beeped to indicate a text message. I jumped as I saw who it was from. The message read "I'll be there at 6. Be waiting or you'll be in trouble".

Caz stood facing the door of the apartment trying to gather the courage to lift her hand and draw the attention of the man within. She had not seen him for over two months, two months when she had been tortured with memories of their lovemaking. Standing in the corridor outside she had no concept of the reception she would receive for arriving unannounced and dressed as she was. Slowly her hand raised and rang the bell.

The OB/GYN appointment, six days later, showed everything negative. (Of course, need to repeat the HIV test six months from now, for the sake of good order.) The pregnancy test had to wait, but with the contraceptive sponges I shoved ceaselessly into me, it will be most likely worry-free, as well.

"I'm standing in the middle of town, heading to a meeting and all I can think of is the way your cunt tastes. I'm rock hard, you bitch."

I read the message and am unable to repress the shudder of lust that ripples through my body. He has an uncanny knack of being able to pick exactly the right words to make me wet in seconds.

I had been expecting Derek to get in touch all day. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything and kept flitting around the house from thing to thing unable to rest of relax. I knew that he would be in touch but what time? And when he did, what would he want me to do to atone for my silly Internet escapade the previous evening?

My lover, my sexual master, had left. I was alone and try as I might I could not help fretting about whether I had lost him for good this time. Why oh why hadn’t I turned my computer off or at least closed the window so that the incriminating evidence of my very very naughty fantasies in the sexy chat room would be lost for ever. Instead after a wonderful, if unexpected evening with Derek, I had woken to find him moving across to shut down the computer so that he could sleep.

I am sitting behind you, close enough to attend to your every need. I'm wearing a T-shirt with nothing else as you wished. When I move, my breasts bounce and move to your pleasure and delight. My eyes are lowered as instructed.

I woke on Friday; sleep slowly dissipating from me as my slumber ebbed away with the spring sunshine breaking in through the gap in the curtains. At once I thought ‘Shit I’ve overslept’ as John wasn’t there. His side of the bed an outline imprint of his body, the white sheets bare and wrinkled from his presence. But there on the pillow lay a crisp white piece of paper.

I bought a small g-spot vibrator on sale today, and the female condoms were on my doorstep when I came home. Put them in the overnight bag, now my hope chest.

Julie spent a long couple of minutes sitting on the arm of the couch, stroking the sides of Midori's long bare legs with her fingers and moulding the smooth cheeks of Midori's rear in her palms.

The guests have left. He's closed the door behind them and now we're alone. It seems like ages that he's been secretly playing with me, sneaking his hands around my thighs, his fingers over my pussy, brushing up against my breasts, whispering in my ear how ‘fuckable’ he thinks I am and how badly he wants me. He's made me wet, my nipples hard, my body aching to be naked against his - but I've had to be good while we had company: I've bitten the inside of my lip trying to hide my craving.

Alan was sex personified. He had twinkly eyes that led to the bedroom every time, and a tongue that a lizard would be proud of. He knew where the clitoris, the G-spot and places Debbie had never knew existed were. He knew when she wanted to be fucked, when she wanted to be held, and when it was was time to fetch the hot water bottle and chocolate, give her a massage then slowly finger fuck her till her cramps were gone.