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The Viking’s Conquest

51it9gzs5l“Drop the fruit. I want to hear your voice whilst you’re spanked.”

In a moment of uncharacteristic obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit. I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.

“Good,” he says from over me. “Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”

I flinch as he vocalises my predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy of it.

“I…” I pause, trying to make myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.

“True,” Anders replies, slapping the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard, but is just enough to wake the flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me: this is mine. “And why did you spill the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?” (more…)

Destination Anywhere

510vDoklVKL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_I listen hard, straining my body for clues about what you might be doing… From this angle I can just about make you out in my peripheral vision, but I keep my eyes low. I dare not catch your gaze and upset you. “Put your hands up against the wall as well,” you snarl and your voice is so close now – I can feel your hot breath against my neck. The proximity makes me feel even hornier. I comply immediately, feeling instantly more vulnerable this way and loving the increased jeopardy. I know you want me as much as I want you, but to prove the point, you push your frame up against me. Your body is hard and I feel your cock straining against my ass through your trousers. Automatically I arch my hips and grind myself against you. It’s a gamble I am likely to be punished for, but the sensation is so good I am willing to take the risk. A succession of fast, sharp swats to my right cheek soon remind me of my place and reluctantly I move away from you, pressing myself back against the toilet wall. Then suddenly you’re right there behind me, pushing me hard (more…)

Hide & Seek

51ZV0KaC3kL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_A sound from upstairs sends my thought process reeling. It’s just a small noise, perhaps the sound of your feet brushing the crimson carpet in the bedroom? It’s not loud or menacing, but it sends a wave of adrenaline crashing through me. You’re on your way! I hold my breath and listen hard. There’s nothing for some time… How long? Thirty seconds, a minute? Then I hear your soft footfall and I know that you’re leaving the bedroom, pushing open the door and surveying the dark landing. I hear a small click as you flick the light on, sending brightness emanating down the stairs and bursting into the games room from the half open door.

Now I hear you moving, but I can’t be sure in which direction you’re walking. My anticipation is already palpable. I often wonder if you actually know where I am, but prolong the search just to torture me a little more? My legs are beginning to ache. They are folded up underneath me and I am struggling to stay still. The mixture of anxiety and arousal makes me restless and eager to receive the punishment I know will soon be coming my way. (more…)

Friday’s Lesson

Friday's LessonShort story from “Tales of Sexual Surrender “

I am late and I know it. As I step out of the taxi, I notice that our house is in darkness. Strange, I think… you should be at home by now?  But then who I am to judge? One quick drink had turned into three, and before I knew it, Friday evening had turned into Friday night. I approach the door, suddenly bathed in light from the security sensors and argue my key into the lock. After a few moments the security light lapses and I finally win the argument. Stepping over the threshold, I fumble to my left for the internal switch and notice for the first time that there is already a pale light visible from inside. My fingers find the target and brightness sweeps our hall. It takes my eyes another moment to register you – there in the hallway with me. You’re seated regally on the large teak chair which dominates the entrance to our house. Even though I am expecting you to be home, your sudden presence surprises me and instinctively my heart-rate spikes in panic.

“Damn it, Oliver! You frightened me half to death!” (more…)

Night at the Opera

51quJNfvJ6L._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Part one – Delivery.

His instructions are explicit, but I read the note for the third time as though I expect the words
to change. I glance across our bed and eye the small, cream cardboard package, steeling
myself to open it. Rising from the soft carpet I lunge at the box and whip off the lid before I
lose my nerve completely. I assess the contents in a frantic panic.

The crimson fabric inside is not what I expect to see. I cast my eyes over his words
again… Wear only what I have bought for you, before reaching into the box. I was so sure
that I would find some kinky, leather outfit in here and yet the opposite appears to be true. I
run my fingers over the material, surprised at its indulgent, lush feel – somewhere between
satin and silk. I grab the top of the red cloth and hold it out in front of me, allowing the cream
box to fall to the floor as I rise to accommodate its length. I am truly stunned by the beautiful
garment that I find. I check the message again and then the clock on the far wall. I only have
about forty minutes until my taxi will arrive. Time to get ready… (more…)

Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire

“But you, Janie—”unnamed

He tugs my hair gently as he speaks, suddenly so utterly consumed with me. For a moment I don’t think I can take another breath…

“You are something different. You might be able to inspire me to command, to make me a better master, and that would be truly something.”

He breaks his insistent eye contact and I realise I’ve been holding my breath.

“I don’t know, little one. This is day one after all. Perhaps this is a wave that will wash over us both?”

I gaze at him, watching his full lips as he speaks, as though I almost can’t quite believe what I am hearing.

“I don’t want it to,” I say finally. “I want it to consume me, sir. I want to drown in it.”

He shakes his head as though he can’t listen anymore, but I carry on. (more…)

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