As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.

Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?

As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)

Part I

My goal was simple. I wanted my best friend Carol to get a chance to act in the term play. She was the lead’s understudy and hadn’t had the chance all year to get on stage. The lead, Jessica hadn’t missed a performance yet and the show was closing in a week. I was determined to get Carol a break, any way possible.

Since I was living in the same campus house as Jessica it was easy to gain her confidence while I set her up. It was all so easy. I had arranged for her to be invited by one of my friends to an after-hours party at one of the sorority houses. Causally letting her know I was invited to the same party I innocently accompanied her to the party. Once there I stayed in the background and watched my cleverly devised plan go to work.

From the moment Jessica walked into the party she was a dead duck. My cohorts in this crime quickly surrounded her pressing a can of spiked beer into her hand. Their orders were simple. I wanted them to keep feeding beer into Jessica until suds were coming out of her nose. I kept silent count as one by one Jessica downed each beer. Since each can of beer had been spiked with a shot of 180 proof vodka, it didn’t take very long for Jessica to get blitzed. But since I wanted to be sure she’d be in no condition to act tomorrow night, I just let them keep pumping it into her.

By the time we left the party, she could hardly walk and I was literally dragging her back to the dorm. By the time we got back to the house Jessica was so limp all I could do was heave her into her room’s window. She hit the floor with such a heavy thud I stuck my head in and whispered “Are you okay?” From the darkness erupted a loud belch followed by soft giggling. Yup, she was okay. Suddenly the light came on in the hallway and I ducked my head just a second before the room light flicked on. (more…)

The voice on the answering machine was stern and crisp. “Teresa, you’ve been very naughty and you will be spanked soundly when I get home, so dress accordingly.” Then a pause. “I also want you to tell me your darkest sexual secret.”

That was it, no goodbye, no other instructions. I was used to playing the naughty wife, but the confession part was a new and unexpected twist. I wonder if my husband had any idea what he was getting into.

I have been into enemas for as long as I can remember. My parents were firm believers in their usefulness for both medicinal and disciplinary purposes and I guess the attraction had just stuck. I used to sneak into my parent’s bathroom and play with the big metal canister and the black, hard nozzles whenever they went out.

As an adult, I had many lovers and relationships, but I never told any of them about my watery little quirk. Now my husband was asking me, no, ORDERING me, to tell him about it. I suppose I could make something up, like telling him I wanted to have sex on a commuter bus, but the fact remained that I had only one true sexual secret and a hot, soapy enema was it. (more…)

Jerry struggled against the restraints even though he new it was pointless. But, he had to do something. The incessant vibrating from the thick plug inserted deep into his rectum was driving him to distraction. He couldn’t even expel it. It was firmly held in place. The tight black latex pants assured that. Not only was he bound and filled, he needed release in the worst way. His penis, sheathed in tight black rubber was fully erect and tingling with an intensity that was almost beyond description.

His lover had left him tied this way as part of her desire to elicit his total surrender.

It had begun when she had commanded him to go into the bathroom and clean it. Not normally a request she made, this one was special. She had told him to strip naked and wear nothing but a pair of rubber gloves. She had further told him that he was to clean it well, or suffer the consequences. So, he had been busy scrubbing when she had entered.

He was just rinsing out the bathtub, kneeling as he sprayed away the last vestiges of cleanser, when she came in. He turned and smiled as he began to arise.

“Stay right where you are, until I’m done inspecting.” She had instructed.

He knelt there as she looked things over.

“This is not done properly. Look at this!” She admonished, as she showed him some stray hair that he had not noticed in one of the  corners.

“You are going to have to be punished for sloppy work. Stay right there and don’t move until I return.” (more…)

 She stood before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back,  naked except for the black leather collar around her neck,  listening intently to his cool, firm voice as he chastised her for her disobedience.  She was a girl again, and this feeling of butterflies in her tummy  had not changed one bit despite the decades which had passed since she was last truly disciplined.

  Was it that no one had cared about her… or just that they had not cared enough?   She had that scary-delicious feeling in the pit of her stomach…she had allowed all that naughtiness to spread through her…goading her to defy the one real authority in her life.  There was guilt, surely, and fear of reprisal… for although she knew that she would pay dearly for her sins – she did not know which punishments would be administered.  But along with these feelings of remorse was one of smirking self-satisfaction, that she had succeeded in being so naughty, and it was this childish  gloating that would cause her to experience the worst discipline she had yet received by the hand of her Master.

 He smiled inwardly at the pretty picture she made, even as his voice took on a harsher edge.  He was angry, for he had not expected her to take this rebellion quite so far.   In a way, he was glad that she had finally stepped so far over the boundary, for he recognized the craving which was so strong within her… one that she herself had yet to fathom.  This womanchild desperately needed his commanding  force in her life – to be cared for … controlled totally…and to be thoroughly punished…taken in mind and body to  the special realm that a Master carves for his submissive which binds her to him. (more…)

Janice is a very attractive lady 25 years old, blonde hair and a body that makes grown men salivate. When she came to me to arrange a temporary loan I found myself lost in fantasy about fucking her on my desk. She worked at a very exclusive ladies clothing store and was dressed just as I like my women, tastefully revealing. The skirt she wore showed me a very tight bum that was screaming to be released from the constraints of the material bonds and fucked savagely. It was precisely this thought that was preoccupying me when I was brought back to reality by Janice asking if my organization could see fit to extending her a loan of $15 000.00 to cover an urgent debt.

I was impressed. Usually my “loan” clients don’t dress up so nicely for their appointments with me, I guess a loan shark doesn’t get the respect due other professional lenders. As I regained my wits I said, “Of course I’ll give you the money you require my dear.”

Janice was obviously relieved and it showed on her pretty face. “But remember to be on time with your interest payments and we’ll have a great relationship, OK?”. Janice signed on the dotted line and I retrieved the wad of money from my desk and counted out 15 000 from it and handed it to her. I held her hand firmly and stared into her clear blue eyes and said “Don’t make me have to come and get what’s mine and we’ll be fast friends, but if I must come for you you may not like the terms of repayment.” (more…)

It was trash day and I was off work as I had some chores around the house to do. My wife was out visiting her mother who was ill.

I’d observed DN Val. For non UK readers a DN stands for District Nurse. These are community based nurses working a “district” for a local health authority. They are based at Centers or doctor’s surgeries, but operate from home, only calling in or ringing in to base to get their list of “clients”, as they refer to the patients they visit. They do discharge from hospital follow-ups, with wound care or injections at home, deliver incontinence supplies, give enemas, carry out catheter care and in certain districts they also act as midwives. They are hospital trained with extra training for their independent role. They tend to be very confidant and extrovert. There are different grades according to experience.

Val was a Sister i.e. the most experienced DN in the field doing Nursing. Higher grades would be in education and admin. (more…)

My lover told me to take a shower and call her when I was finished. At first I tried to question her as to why. But, she refused to tell me what this was all about, and insisted that I take a shower. I decided to do what she wanted.

When I finished my shower I put on my underwear and called her. She came into the bedroom and told me to strip. She didn’t seem to be taking her clothes off, so I began to protest. Firmly, she told me to do as she instructed. I could see that she was intent on whatever purpose she had in mind. Ultimately, I removed my underwear. When I was naked she told me to come with her and went into the bathroom.

As I entered, she closed the door. Then, she opened a cabinet and withdrew an enema bag with a large black feminine nozzle at the end of the hose that I hadn’t seen before. I knew what was coming and was instantly filled with apprehension. I remembered getting enemas from my mother as a child. They were very embarrassing and distressing. (more…)

He arrived at her apt. at 8 p.m. sharp, as instructed. As he approached the door, he remembered how earlier that day, on the phone, there was an unusual sternness in her voice. When asked if anything was wrong, she simply said “no” for a reply.

As if by an unseen presence, the door opened before he rang the bell. The lights were all out, save for the one in the hall that led to her bedroom. Standing at the end of the hallway, she instructed him to enter the apartment and lock the door. Again, there was that sternness in her voice.

As the light fell upon her, and he saw her outfit, he became excited, though puzzled. Instead of the casual clothes he expected, she had on her nurse’s uniform; in quite an eye- catching fashion. She only wore the top, which was unzipped halfway, revealing her ample cleavage highlighted by a frilly lace bustier. Her bottom half was exposed, displaying a white g-string, white nylons and a garter belt. Her traditional white cap completed the ensemble. (more…)

As you sit in your living room you start thinking that maybe you should create your own excitement. Maybe you should give yourself a hot, soapy enema, massage your clit while you make yourself hold the water, then take a relaxing warm bath before allowing yourself to expel – - but the phone suddenly rings, startling you out of your reverie.

“Hello?” you answer on the third ring taking a deep breath to control libido.

It’s Erica, your next door neighbor, “Mo ! I am so angry with you right now! I know that it’s not all your fault, but I am still so mad that I can’t talk!! I want you to come over here right now so that we can ‘discuss’ this.”

“Wha . . What in the world are you talking about Erica ? ” You finally stammer. “I haven’t done anything that should make you so angry with me. But OK sure, I’ll come over in a little while and we can talk.”

“NO young lady, I want you over here immediately. RIGHT NOW!!!” she yells back slamming down the phone. (more…)