SHORT STORIES - POWER (F/MF, F/F)

[Switcher1313]

SHORT STORIES

My time is rather limited and I am facing a formidable workload so I decided to come up with a series of short stories. Please let me know if you like them.


MIRRORS

I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself.

I see a 40-year old woman with wavy brown hair. She is not classically beautiful, but her face is quite pleasant to look at with large eyes, cute button nose and full lips. Even after bearing two children, her body still retains its ample curves. Her breasts are somewhat saggy, but still attractive. The dark brown nipples are hardened nubs. Her skin is tanned brown and still retains a healthy glow. She’s put on a few pounds over the years, but her husband still thinks that she is the sexiest woman alive.

I look in the mirror before I go to work or go out just to fix my makeup, hair, or clothes.

Tonight is different.

I stand before the mirror clad only in panties. My arms are drawn behind my back because my wrists have been tied together with lots of soft rope. More rope has been passed above and below my breasts and over my shoulders framing my breasts in a different kind of brassiere.

My mouth has been cleaved by the scarf which serves as my gag.

I stand before the mirror…helpless.

I feel his presence behind me. One hand slowly reaches out to cup a breast. Its fingers tweak my already-hard nipples making me moan in intense pleasure. I have sensitive nipples and my tormentor is making sure to give me a full treatment…there.

The one hand is joined by the other. Both hands are now kneading my flesh and I take a step backward into…him.

He takes advantage of my helplessness…touching…caressing…pinching…until I am moaning with sheer pleasure and wanton desire.

Now his lips tickle the sides of my neck. I stand there helplessly and all I can do is…feel.

His hands roam freely over my exposed flesh now. I can feel his erection poking my backside. He loves my state of utter helplessness even as I love being his prisoner. I writhe against him, utterly incapable of stopping his advances.

His hands go lower. They squeeze my somewhat exposed butt (thanks to the high cut panties that I’m wearing). He even gives me a set of playful slaps even as I cry out, more startled than hurt. The burning sensation in my backside joins the molten desire forming from my most intimate part.

Suddenly, he dips his hand into the front of my panties and I exhale loudly…surprised at this sudden move. He rubs up and down my moist slit. Slowly, he digs his fingers deeper until his middle finger penetrates inside. He skillfully finds my magic button and my knees bend from the intense pleasure this tiny motion causes.

“Look in the mirror! Look at yourself! So helpless! So needy!”

I open my eyes and I behold my body glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as I grind my crotch against his finger. I moan loudly now. Each thrust of his finger brings me to yet another level of sensual bliss.

My legs tremble as they valiantly strive to hold me up. My husband senses my distress and he guides me backwards to the bed. He lays me on the mattress even as he frantically pulls off my remaining garment. Without further preamble, he thrusts deep into me and our moans coalesce as he skillfully plows into me until I can feel him cumming inside of me, which is soon followed by my own series of climaxes.

He pulls out of me with a groan and flops down on the bed beside me. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal. We lock eyes with each other.

He gives me an evil smile and I know that my captivity has just begun.

[LunaDog]

Short it may well be, but well up to your normal, utterly superb, standard and thoroughly enjoyable to read.

[Switcher1313]

MISTRESS (F/M)

Weekends can be fun. It’s just after lunch and she has washed and put away the dishes while I took a shower.

The moment I stepped out of the shower, she was waiting on the bed. She wore a red nylon bodysuit that showed off her ample curves. She sat on our bed with her long legs crossed. Her feet are shod in black ankle boots. A wide black belt girds her waist.

She commands me to drop the towel and I do so…mesmerized by her stunning beauty. Her fiery curls frame a lovely face accentuated by prominent cheekbones and luscious red lips. Her boots almost make us the same height and she spins me around while she crosses my wrists behind my back and efficiently binds them together. I stand there naked and somewhat agitated.

After binding me, she runs her hands all over my naked body before attaching the leather dog collar around my neck, complete with leash. I am gagged with a bright red ballgag. I am now utterly at her mercy.

I am guided to a wooden chair. I sit down and she stands over me. She kicks my legs apart. My private parts are thus exposed. They are hairless, just the way she likes them.

“Keep those legs open, slave!” she commands.

She sits on me, straddling my splayed legs. Her hands roam all over my nudity. She plants kisses and nips all over my face, neck and chest. She tweaks my nipples. I am tempted to squirm, but I know that will displease her so I keep still. Even now, my manhood is quite erect at her ministrations.

She keeps me that way…teasing me for many long minutes before she makes me stand. She adds more rope around my arms and chest. My wrists are pinned to my back courtesy of more rope around my waist. My upper body has been completely immobilized.

She pulls me to the bed where she pushes me facedown. She employs more rope to bind my legs together at ankle, calves and thighs. She pulls me faceup and I lie there, completely deprived of movement. My cock springs upward, hard and quivering.

She looms over me. My body is now completely available to her. She explores my exposed body almost inch by inch. She takes her sweet time. A caress here. A pinch there. Kisses…sometimes light and sometimes hard and sucking. Her torment reduces me to jelly. MY helplessness is heightened.

I am almost panting now, badly in need of relief. She ignores my groans and releases my legs only to tie them wide apart to the sturdy iron posts of our bed. My upper body is untied but she stretches my arms out to bind my wrists to the other corners of the bed. She then binds my thighs to my arms, stretching me wide open. I feel so exposed and humiliated.

With a wicked smile, she takes a vibrating wand and begins to dab it onto my exposed crotch. She starts at my inner thighs and works her way to my balls and finally my cock. I flinch ev every time the wand’s tip connects with my bare flesh. She strokes my cock with her free hand.

She knows that she can keep this up for a long time because she knows that I cannot cum with my legs pulled apart. Mixed pain and pleasure emanates from my groin as she continues to torture me. She then engulfs my engorged flesh with her velvety mouth and I groan loudly.

It is then that I realized that I was in for a long and draining afternoon.

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This one's for you @LunaDog

[LunaDog]

Thanks. Again, this second part might be short when it comes to quantity, but there's NO lack of quality.

[Switcher1313]

ADORATION

The kiss was long and deep. I sat on his lap and we shared the most passionate kiss that I had felt in my short life. Even now, I could not understand what he sees in me. He towers above me…well above six feet. His tanned body is lean and muscular owing to his love for the beach and exercise. He is a top movie executive. He could have his pick of any supermodel or actress for his partner, yet he chose me.

Why?

I am petite compared to him, standing at a shade over five feet. He is a blonde-haired Caucasian at 35 years old. I am Asian—skinny, brown complexion, long and straight black hair. Een back home, I was not considered attractive.

Why me?

I work for him as secretary and valet. It was suppose to be just a working relationship. But somewhere in the sixth month of my employment, things changed. Our long working hours turne into late night dinners. Then, weekend overtime work turned into trips to the beach with him. Soon, he invited me to move into his palatial home. He would wake up in the middle of the night with some crazy idea and I had to document it.

And then, one night after a long day of work and a few glasses of wine, came the first kiss. This was followed by more (ahem) intimate activities.

Then, he confessed that he wanted to tie me up.

I should have been shocked or even repelled, but I agreed. What followed was one of the most intense lovemaking that I had every experienced. It was nothing fancy. He tied my wrists together behind my back. He then proceeded to shower me with kisses and caresses that soon had me gasping for more. He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra cups down so he could suckle my small breasts. Soon, he unzips my skirt and pulled it off. He removed my panties and lifted me in his strong arms before depositing me onto the couch. There, he used his mouth and tongue to tease me to the edge of insanity before using his hardened manhood to penetrate me.

And now, I sit in his lap wearing nothing but my panties. My wrists are tied behind me with soft white rope. My ankles are also tied together. Bound hand and foot, he uses his mouth and hands to explore my exposed body. I writhe in his clutches—a willing captive.

His deep voice then whispers, “I adore you, my love. You are the most beautiful woman in the world!” He punctuates his praise with more kisses and caresses. The warmth from his words and touch send me into new heights of ecstasy. It is an incredible feeling to be worshipped, adored and loved.

Now, he easily lifts me up and brings me to his bedroom. His bed awaits and he deposits me into its center. My bonds are removed but only so he can re-tie me with my wrists and ankles secured to the four corners of the sturdy iron frame. He does not forget to peel off my last garment, so I lay there utterly helpless and exposed.

I should feel embarrassed and humiliated, but I can only feel anticipation.

I groan loudly as he moves between my spread legs and lets his finger probe my very wet slit. On e again, he teases me with his finger and then his mouth as I lie motionless, a willing captive, soaking up the feelings of helplessness and pleasure.

He then sheds his clothes. He unties my ankles but only so he can tie my ankles to my thighs. In this position, I am ready to be taken.

So slowly, he enters me, as if afraid of breaking me in two. I grind my hips upward to meet him. He smiles wickedly as he slowly grinds into me. He slowly thrusts in and out as my groans become louder.

Oh, the sheer pleasure! I cannot move! I can only lie there and be impaled on his rigid member. He pulls out several times so he can explore my nude body. He continuously expounds on my beauty and sensuality. He worships my body and I lay there—a helpless idol open to his every whim.

And I wonder what he will do to me after this.

Any coherent thoughts are shattere by the orgasms he has ripped from me.


@LunaDog
@AlexUSA3

[GreyLord]

Excellent, @Switcher1313, you paint a vivid picture.

[Switcher1313]

Excellent, @Switcher1313, you paint a vivid picture.

Thank you for your kind words @GreyLord!

[LunaDog]

Yep. Short again, but most definitely sweet!

[Switcher1313]

Yep. Short again, but most definitely sweet!

Thank you for your constant support @LunaDog !

[Switcher1313]

WALKING

Leaden skies signalled the imminent torrent of rain. Monsoon season can really suck if you’re caught on the way to an appointment, driving in traffic, or just in a hurry to get home. I should be worried about the rain, but I am strangely unaffected. You can call me Cindy.

Of course, I am wearing my light gray overcoat. It covers me nicely from neck to below my bare knees. I am also wearing my trusty light gray rain hat. It has a strap that is currently knotted below my chin. I also have matching boots on my feet.

Beside me walks Tami, my BFF. She is similarly clad but her colors are a mix of blue and green. She swings a large umbrella from one hand and the other is lightly placed on my back. My jacket sleeves are tucked neatly into my coat pockets.

There is one thing you should know about me. I am not wearing a stitch of clothing under my coat. Also, my upper body has been immobilized by an intricate weave of rope. My forearms are set horizontally across my lower back because they have been bound with rope. A generous amount of rope has been used to bind my upper arms to my body. A pattern of three diamonds adorn the front of my body. You can credit Tami for this as she slowly and patiently wove her magic around my nude body.

To limit my movement, she has also bound my thighs together. Thus, I have to take small and careful steps. Fortunately, she is a tall and strong girl and her hand on my back reassures me that she will not allow me to fall.

@LunaDog
@GreyLord
@AlexUSA3

And then, the heavens open up. A torrent of rain falls down and Tami swiftly opens he large umbrella, but its large size barely protects us. I can feel water splashing down my exposed legs and the wind whip the rain into our faces.

One other thing—my face is covered by a black mask, but only to cover my ballgagged mouth.

The rain falls down and the street slowly empties of people. Then, vehicles seem to fade from the scene as well. We seem to have been walking for kilometers, but we just walked around the block. Soon, our humble abode is within sight. The wind has picked up and I am feeling cold beneath my overcoat.

As if sensing this, Tami seems to prod me forward and our steps quicken, but not enough to strain my hobbled legs.

Finally, we enter the warmth and protection of our tiny bungalow. Tami slips off her coat, revealing her tight tank top and shorts. She takes off her boots before turning to me. She slowly unbuttons my coat as if carefully unwrapping a Christmas present. With the last button unfastened, she pushes the coat off my shoulders and I stand there, clad only in ropes. The crotchrope bisecting my womanhood is drenched and Tami checks it. She smiles, knowing how much I love being under her control.

She removes my thigh ropes before removing my boots. Right there and then, she explores my helplessness with her hands and mouth. My large breasts are squeezed. She runs a fingernail down the slope of one breast and runs it down to the turgid nipple. She pinches the nipple lightly before kissing it and licking it until it glistens wetly. Soon, the other nipple receives a similar treatment.

All this while, I can only stand there and receive her ministrations. My body responds and I writhe. She pulls on my crothrope making my knees weak. Her hands roam all over my nude body. She squeezes my buttocks and ample thighs. She adores my breasts and legs and it is apparent when she showers attention on them.

“Let’s get you in the bedroom, girl! I can’t wait to have my way with you!”

With those words, I am hustled into the bedroom where I will spend the afternoon and evening being a very willing captive.

[LunaDog]

And, no doubt, a good time will be had by all?

[Switcher1313]

And, no doubt, a good time will be had by all?

[Switcher1313]

SNIP (FF/F)

Cris was absurdly grateful that her captors held her tightly in her grip. She could not see anything owing to the blindfold covering her eyes. She could not call for help thanks to the cloth packed into her mouth and taped shut with lots of sticky tape. Her hands were handcuffed behind her. She wore a white crop top and gym shorts. A pair of white sneakers completed her outfit. They had caught her while she was doing her yoga exercises. She had been disoriented, but she somehow knew that they had brought her down to the basement.

She was shoved against a wooden pillar. Her wrists were freed of the handcuffs, but only so they can be brought around the post and bound with numerous turns of rope. Her two captors worked swiftly and efficiently. One bound her upper body to the pillar making sure she was immobilized. She could feel the strands pressing on her ample breasts. She felt her sneakers removed before her ankles were tied together and to the post. More rope immobilized her legs just below her knees and at mid-thigh.

Cris was a tall brunette in her early 30’s who kept herself in fantastic shape. She kept to a healthy diet and worked out at the gym in addition to her daily yoya regimen. Her breasts were well highlighted by the ropes and her tight top. Her long legs were suitably ensnared.

“How does it feel, Cris? Blind, dumb and helpless? Now that we’ve got you tied up, we can have some REAL fun!” The voice was somewhat high-pitched and melodic with an accent—taunting her.

Suddenly, a hand caressed her breast and squeezed. Fingers tweaked her nipple, making it go hard.

“Enough of that! Let’s begin,” a second voice said. This one was husky and threatening.

Cris struggled in her bonds to no avail. Then she felt something metallic slip under the left shoulder strap or her crop top.

SNIP!

The blade cut easily through the flimsy material.


SNIP!

Her other shoulder strap gave way.

Cris wanted to struggle some more but she was afraid she might get cut. She now knew what her captors intended to do.

They were going to cut her clothes off!

Indeed, she felt the metal go down her front. With the ropes encircling her torso, the hands had to tug her crop top down to properly cut them and not the ropes. They took their time and soon her top was being pulled away.

“Nice bra, girl! We’ll save it for later!”

She then felt two scissors work on both sides of her gym shorts. Slowly, she could feel the fabric give way until they simply peeled off the two ruined halves of her lower garment.

Now, she stood bound to the post, clad only in her underwear and just as helpless as before—if not more exposed.

She felt both hands exploring her exposed body. A poke here. A pinch there. Caress. Fingertips. Palm. She acutely felt each sensation on her breasts, tummy, thighs and butt. Her feelings of dread and helplessness were slowly being overridden by excitement and anticipation.

“I think she likes it!” said Ms. Melodic.

Then, Cris felt the right cup of her bra pulled off her breast.

SNIP!

Then the left cup was pulled.

SNIP!

Cris felt the cool air over her nipples and knew that her tormentors had cut a small opening in her bra to expose that part of her boobs.

“Nice nipples!” enthused husky voice.

What followed was a pinching and twisting of Cris’ exposed body parts that caused her to squirm and struggle. The mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her brain so that her body seemed to move on its own without her conscious guidance. She could feel the ropes embracing her and preventing her escape. She was indeed torn between trying to escape and embracing the humiliation.

SNIP!

Her attention was brought back to her own body as she felt the dull side of the scissors slice down the right side of her shorts. Next, the inevitable slice down the left side. Now, she was standing in her underwear with her nipples poking out…hard and expectant.

More touches on her skin…fingernails down her stomach…caresses on her thighs. Even a kiss on her gagged lips.

“Delicious!” said melody voice wih a nip on her neck.

Then, she felt the warmth of two bodies pressing against her. She felt a leg slowly rub up and down her own leg. A hand slowly rubbed up and down her defenseless breasts and stomach. The hand then dipped into her soaked panties and she blushed as her secret was revealed.

“She is soaking wet! Our dear captive is really into this!” said Miss Husky voice.

Cris moaned as her captors continued to tease her very wet womanhood.

SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!

Cris’ bra was quickly cut off.

SNIP! SNIP!

The shears made short work of her panties.

Now, Cris stood against the pillar…naked…trembling…embarrassed…humiliated…and very turned on!

Soon, Cris was freed of the ropes but only so she could be handcuffed again and hustled out of the basement to an uncertain fate.

And Cris was so excited to find out.

@LunaDog
@GreyLord
@AlexUSA3

[LunaDog]

WOW!

[Switcher1313]

PAIR (F/F)

I look at her huddled up against the foot of the bed and I had to smile. She sat there, completely nude. Her porcelain skin was fully on display. I had just tied her wrists behind her back and she sat there with her long legs curled up as if trying to conceal her body’s treasures. Her long and straight hair flowed down her back. Her bangs seemed to highlight a pair of pretty almond-shaped eyes. Her red lips were cleaved by a silky gag. Michiko simply looked at me and smiled.

She moved her bare legs towards me and I took her offering in my hands. My brown hands contrasted with the whiteness of her skin. I pull her legs so she now lies on the bed. I push her thighs apart to reveal her trimmed bush. I love that she has retained her pubic hair to connote her maturity and ripeness. I settle between her legs and blow softly making her moan. I let my tongue tease her mons before I penetrate deeply into her. She moans more loudly now as I use my mouth and tongue to tease her into the rising heights of pleasure.

If she could talk, she would probably say, “More, Bambi, more!” in that cute and high-pitched voice of hers. I totally adore this lovely art student, who now lies helplessly in my bed. Even as I continue to tease her, I remember this morning when I spent some time in a chair, completely nude. My toned brown body completely exposed. White rope has been used to secure me. Wrists tied together behind my back. More rope around my chest, above and below my ample breasts. My legs are tied wide apart to the chair. My mouth is sealed with a large red ballgag. I sit there patiently as she sketches my helpless nudity. Once she has completed her work, she uses the vibrating wand to bring me to a series of explosive orgasms.

Now, it’s my turn to play with her. She groans with disappointment as I pull away from her crotch. I smile reassuringly at her as I take the red ballgag and reapply it to my mouth. I am also naked and I know that she appreciates how my muscles flex as I move. I then take her ankles and bind them together. I move my own legs together and bind my own ankles with rope. She looks at me wonderingly. I merely smile at her.

“Just relax, dear Michiko! Auntie Bambi will be with you in a moment,” I think. I cover her eyes with a sleep mask before I cover my own eyes with a sleep mask. I then secure my wrists behind my back with handcuffs. Now, we are both naked and bound.

I carefully move towards Michiko and my gagged mouth discovers her breasts. I use the ball to tease her breasts and am rewarded with sighs of pleasure. She takes the opportunity to return the favor by rubbing her gagged lips onto my own breasts. I moan in response. Our bodies press together and every time our flesh connects, I feel an electric current pass through me. Our bodies rub together and we spend time exploring each other’s helplessness.

Wben I feel the time is right, I reach for the key to the handcuffs. It takes some doing, but I discover the keys that I attached with paracord to a corner of the bed. Soon, I free myself and I remove my blindfold and gag.

“How was that, dear Michiko? You should know that I’m not quite finished with you. You kept me tied up for 3 hours and I’ve barely had 1 hour with you. Now, what shall I do with you next?”

Michiko struggled in her bonds and tried to speak, but I ignored her muffled pleas and silently contemplated by next move.

Soon, Michiko is facedown on the bed with her rump in the air. I apply the vibrating wand to her sensitive parts from behind while I apply some choice swats to her backside. She squeals with delight as I alternate the wand with my finger. As she approaches climax, I smack her behind. She is now utterly confused and I push her down so she lies on the bed on her side, panting.

I pull her faceup and use my long fingers to explore her now very wet womanhood. She grunts, groans and sighs as I use my fingers mercilessly on her.

“Had enough yet, dear Michiko?” She shakes her head. As always, such a glutton for pleasure!

@LunaDog
@GreyLord
@AlexUSA3

[LunaDog]

Had enough yet?

NO! Definitely not!

[mega23101982]

These stories are awesome

[Switcher1313]

These stories are awesome

Welcome to my stories! Please feel free to request for a particular theme.

[mega23101982]

These stories are awesome

Welcome to my stories! Please feel free to request for a particular theme.

Thanks mate, i usually like dominate female authority figures bound and dominated by female villains mate, if you see my fan fiction stories this is my general theme mate thanks

[Switcher1313]

These stories are awesome

Welcome to my stories! Please feel free to request for a particular theme.

Thanks mate, i usually like dominate female authority figures bound and dominated by female villains mate, if you see my fan fiction stories this is my general theme mate thanks

Noted! I think I got a short tale with that theme.

[LunaDog]

Thanks mate, i usually like dominate female authority figures bound and dominated by female villains mate, if you see my fan fiction stories this is my general theme mate thanks

Sounds like a good idea to me too.

[GreyLord]

Very enjoyable vignettes, @Switcher1313. Thank you for tagging me.

[Switcher1313]

Very enjoyable vignettes, @Switcher1313. Thank you for tagging me.

You are most welcome @GreyLord .

[Switcher1313]

POWER (F/MF, F/F)

Part 1

Jennifer Dawkins heaves a big sigh of relief as she alights from her Jaguar town car. She walks up to the front door of he palatial home. She stands tall at five-foot-nine-inches, but she seems taller in her high-heeled pumps. She wears a navy skirt and matching blazer. Her white blouse completes her executive ensemble. Her mixed Asian and English ancestry has given her attractive features and a natural crown of brown wavy hair. Her brown eyes are alert and her full red lips can range from a disapproving frown to a disarming smile. As a vice-president of one of the largest banks in the country, she exudes power and authority.

She dismisses her driver for the night and walks to the front door. Her shapely legs are long, attractive and sheathed in skin-tone stockings. Once inside, she is greeted by a petite maid with vaguely Oriental features. The maid wears a black and white uniform, frilly at collar but sleeveless. Sheer black stockings and black heels complete her outfit. She also wears leather bands on her wrists and ankles with sturdy d-rings.

The maid takes Jennifer’s blazer and she walks to the den. Soft music greets her and she walks slowly to one corner of the spacious room where a young man sits in a leather lazyboy. He is completely naked with his arms roped behind him at wrists and elbows. His body is toned like a swimmer and tanned from exposure to the sun. His legs are tied wide apart to expose his male treasures. His crotch is devoid of hair and he is sporting a formidable erection. His head is covered with a nylon discipline hood which provides air through nose and mouth holes.

Jenn beckons to her maid and asks, “Have you been taking care of Andreas here?”

“Yes, mistress! I have kept him this way for the whole afternoon, just as you ordered.”

Jenn points her right forefinger and rubs up and down the stiff shaft of her captive. He squirms and moans softly. It is apparent that his mouth has been sealed off preventing him from screaming out loud. Jenn nods approvingly and waggles her finger at her maid.

“I think you both deserve a reward, dear Chai! Now, I want you to suck his cock and make him cum inside your mouth!”

Chai nods silently and kneels in front of the nude male. Her mouth engulfs him and he struggles slowly as she begins to administer an agonizingly slow BJ.

“Slowly, now! Andreas, you cum only when I command or you will both be punished!”

Chai keeps up a steady pace, using her mouth expertly. Andreas writhes in his bonds and his cries grow louder in urgency. After many long minutes, his cries reach a crescendo and Jenn says, “Very well! Cum now Andreas!”

With a muffle growl, Andreas’ manhood pulses and he shoots his load down Chai’s waiting mouth and throat. The long bondage and denial has made him gather quite a load and Chai obediently swallows every drop.

“Very good, Chai! Now be a good little girl and untie Andreas. After which, you may prepare my supper. Andreas! You are dismissed for the night!”


@LunaDog
@GreyLord

@mega23101982, please watch out for part 2!

[LunaDog]

Please watch out for part 2!

Don't you worry about that, i WILL! This is just the sort of woman that i find such a 'turn-on!'