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The Riding Lesson

by Marcoma on Jan 1, 2019
BDSM

The rider's legs were aching. He had been standing in the stirrups for nearly forty minutes. The owner would not stop the horse; he carried on guiding it in a figure of eight around the riding hall. The rider tried to lean back again. His hips and knees were strapped firmly in place. His wrists were lashed to the saddle horn. He could not avoid the dildo t...

Horse: Mistress Vivian Bk. 01 Ch. 01

by BronnAlice on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...

Amy's Double Dildo Delight

by Hudson on Sep 18, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...

Horse Riding

by lfullback on Sep 19, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

Let me tell you a little story about the girl down the hall from me. She always seemed like the nice, wholesome girl next door. She was smart, reserved, prim and proper. In a word, people described her as "innocent." However, I learned a few years ago that the ones you think are the most innocent might just be the wildest. It was my sophomore year of colleg...

Slave Girl Pt. 02

by KrierWitz on Sep 23, 2019
Transgender & Crossdressers

I hear a snap. I open my eyes. Dizziness, the taste of cum on my breath, desperation, panic. I'm kneeling in a dark room. Pitch black, I can't see a thing. I can feel that I'm still wearing the corset, the wig, the skirt, all of it. My hands are folded neatly in my lap. I try to move them. I fail. Obviously. Whoever this crazy woman is, she has me entirely...

She Ch. 03

by Sportnwood on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

"I don't know how you could have gotten us into this." Carol says as we make our way through the resort towards the main entrance. "How was I supposed to know that the walls are made of paper, and everyone walking by could hear what we were doing?" I snap back. "Besides, you weren't exactly protesting my actions when you were slipping from one orgasm to ano...

Another Really Stupid Bet

by staciliv on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The girl nervously licked her lips, moistening the bright red lipstick she'd carefully applied as she glanced around the room. The combined lust of the males in the audience was a tangible thing, hanging heavy in the air. She felt it; we all felt it. She was beautiful, I thought. Curly hair hung in thick rings just below her shoulders, accentuating her alab...

Dixie's Ranch Predicament

by Iwroteathing on Jan 1, 2019
BDSM

Farm life agreed with Dixie, her family had owned the Jackson Ranch for 5 generations, acres and acres of rich grazing land, a historic claim over swathes of the Texan Great Plains. Dixie had only known life on the farm, her father had raised her to be a rancher just like the generations before her, so by the time she turned 18 she could ride a horse, tan an...

Mistress

by eroticdeath00 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

On the floor she knelt, as I had ordered. With my whip in hand I thought about what to do next. "Girl. Get up and walk over to the horse." "Yes Mistress" was the soft reply. She walked over to the horse and stood waiting for me. I took hold of her wrist cuff, and bent down pulling her. With a soft click I fastened her to the horse bent over the padded top...

Bad Penny Disciplined

by abroadsword on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck. She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties...