Category: Fetish 3

Nile didn't do it consciously. She didn't plan for it beforehand, she just found herself doing it on that night in a strange city where she knew no one, although later she realized she'd been preparing for it for years. She knew where the leath- er bar was from her evenings spent combing through copies of Drummer magazine, reading every article and story, getting hot browsing through the "Dear Sir" sections and reading select ones out loud to her lover: "Whipmaster seeks slaves; must be ready to submit to my EVERY desire-no fakes-no phonies. You will experience pain and the desire to worship." And the photos! Something about photos of gay men together, especially in black leather and denim, cocks ringed and nipples studded, was more erotic to her than most photos of lesbians she had ever seen.





At first her male SM lust frightened her. She went through her period of worrying that she wasn't a "real" lesbian, tha...

“So tell me, how did you get my name?” asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table.



“I got it from Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended.”



“Well, I’ll thank Donna next time I see her,” Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place.



“Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?”



“Uh, it’s my back, mostly,” Sami Winthrop replied. “I have a lot of stiffness in the morning when I try to bend over.”



“Mmmm, I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure we can help you with that. If you would please disrobe and climb up on the table we can get started.”



Samantha knew that she would be removing her clothing, but when it finally came down to it, she couldn’t help but be a little bit embarrass...

The moment Jenny knocked on the door she immediately felt her pussy flush. Despite the incredible amount of detail with which she and John discussed everything, she still felt she had no idea what to expect. She stood patiently, her bag full of clothing weighing her shoulder down – and waited. When he finally opened the door, he stood there in his loose-fitting sweatpants and tight T-shirt. He smiled knowingly at Jenny but didn’t move or say anything. Jenny sensed some slight awkwardness and smiled wryly at him.



“Hi.” She said as plainly as she could manage. Her insides were going wild but she fought down the excitement to exude some sense of control.

“Did you already forget one of the rules?” He asked dryly. She looked up at him, unsure of what to say. Then suddenly she made the connection.

“I’m not to speak except to respond ‘Yes, Sir’ or if you ask me a question.”

“Good, so yo...