Fiction

The lights were down low...

Silence... not a sound could be heard.

I walked in to the room.

It wasn't at all what I had expected but I knew why I was here and was pleasantly surprised.

The stairs leading down to this room were narrow and dark. The smell was musty and I could smell wax burning.

No one was aware of this long narrow staircase to the unknown but those few and now it was my turn.

Sway and Surrender is a different kind of d/s story. While strongly
erotic and heavy on "scenes", the major themes are love and trust.
Cruelties and other trappings of BDSM, while present, are not the focus.
It is about a Master molding an unsuspecting woman into the exact form
he desires. Dominance and submission are seen clearly from both sides,
including all the little psychological subtleties. This book was designed
to make you angry, mournful, or deliciously happy - just the way the
characters feel. In the end, you will see that d/s can attract virtual

This story was written originally in the Portuguese language by Snitram

Cristina

An annoying Saturday, a cold drizzle fell the whole day, me and my apartment partner we worked to ace 14 hours. Anything we encourage to remove the pajamas for a saidinha, we were arranging the mess of the week, we put the apartment in order. I was in the room browsing the newspaper while Jaqueline took your a shower. I saw the programming of the films and I cheered up, as soon as Jak (it was as soon as I called her) we almost spoke in unison, we are going to the movies. We laughed and I went running to take my bath.

The tall slender woman takes a look at the neatly set table to make sure
that every thing is in its right place. She moves the tall wineglass
slightly to the left wanting to make sure that every thing is perfect. She
strikes the match against the box a small flame jumps to life. She looks at
the glowing flame, and then lights the white candles that have been placed
in the center of the table. She hears the sound of the heavy car pull in to
the driveway. She knows her man is home. She once more quickly looks over
her shoulder to make sure that everything is just right.

During WWII, a woman finds her interests and excitement on her
Dominant side. She watches and learns, then she has her first client!

This story was writted...by me and a friend of mine..When my
curiosity first got the better of me...I have been looking
for a place to share it with people that share the same interests..
I really hope that anyone who reads this ...enjoys it like I
did when it was written..enjoy..

To many people involved in BDSM the experience is about deprivation - of freedom, of movement, of choice - there are many aspects. I have a submissive girl with me here, her name is Helena.

William entered the house from the garage. He set two heavy grocery
bags on the kitchen floor. Topper, a jet-black alley cat with an attitude,
rubbed alternatively between the bags and Williams's legs, purring with
delight. As William stood, the intercom sounded of splashing water. He
walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to the Mistress' bedroom.
The bathroom door was ajar. He could see the flicker of a candle as he
peeked through the small crack. Again, the sound of water trickling. He smiled.

She arrives at the door; a soft sigh escapes from her. This day was finally
over. Most days the stress of the everyday life just bounces off of her
but today was one of those days that nothing seemed to go right.

It's late, almost 3 am, and i can hear Him stirring as He shifts positions in the
bed above me, all the while never loosening his grip on the leash that is attached
to my collar. i am curled up on the floor beside His bed, my hands cuffed, and by
legs tied together. i try to find a more comfortable position, to get the kinks out
of my body. He had fallen asleep before inviting me into His bed, and i am getting
stiff from being in one position for so long. i harbor no ill thoughts towards Him
for this...He is exhausted from all of His travels. i understand this. i am just
content to be near Him, to hear His breathing, and feel His presence.