A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes including femdom, bdsm, submission, lesbian and historical.
Company Policy by Emily Dubberley
What is your company's policy on sex in the workplace? Ella is forced to revise her attitude when she encounters 22 year-old Alex, whose buffed body has been driving the other women in the office wild. She detects an arrogance in his attitude, a sense that he is all too convinced of his attractiveness. This might be justified, but in Ella's eyes his macho swagger needs a little modification.
When her scornful put-downs fail to have the desired effect she decides to administer some sound punishment. What could be a better time for a private employee training session than Friday evening after the rest of the members of staff have left for the weekend? Alex's bunch of flowers won't help him now. Ella has plans for him and is determined that this will be the end of his brief reign as the office's favourite young pup.
His only job now is to ensure that Ella has a good time and, if he succeeds, she might just allow him to be punished again!
Man-Stalker by Landon Dixon
Timid, homely bank clerk Calvin Dooley is a legs man; the kind of fanatical legs man who will most definitely be swayed by a woman with a cracking set of pins.
When he meets the utterly beauteous Eva La Flora his moral compass receives a severe knock and starts pointing due south! Before he knows it he is in a whole world of trouble when Eva, who has more on her devious mind than Calvin's happiness and well-being, persuades him to start stealing from the bank.
What can he do? On the one hand stealing is wrong and, on the other, Eva is the hottest babe he's ever met. There's only one way this can end, but in the meantime there's plenty of time for Eva to tempt Calvin to damnation via the scenic route.
His Lordship’s New Mistress by Virginia Beech
Hubert Wadsworth, the Earl of Camberley, needs a new Housekeeper and is hoping that the new applicant will maintain the same level of discipline as her successor, Frau Irma.
Twenty-five year-old Freya von Hohenfels is at the prime of her health and strength. The Earl is hoping that Freya's Prussian ancestry will prove beneficial to the discipline of his household and in particular, himself. He is devoted to canings, both to correct the attitude of recalcitrant servants and for pleasure.
Freya is happy to play the part of the strict Prussian dominatrix, however her interests lie not with the Earl and his pecadilloes but with the abundant charms of Cordelia, the efficient and self-possessed butlerine. Once she has given her boss what he wants she will be free to pursue her own desires – and a personal agenda not suspected by the unfortunate Earl.
The Hole In The Oak-Panelled Wall by Roger Frank Selby
A man named John. A woman called Jane. What could be more commonplace? Yet the situation in which they find themselves is far from ordinary. Jane, neck trapped in a hole between two oak-panelled rooms, is at the mercy of the men that visit her. Will John be any different than the others?
It's the ultimate male fantasy, yet John struggles to comprehend the extraordinary lapses between what he experiences in the room that contains Jane's body and the room into which her head, in its wooden collar, protrudes. Who is the man who visits her body while he is speaking to her head? Does he have a rival?
For many men this would be the ultimate kinky fantasy and so it is for John, yet it is not in his nature to leave a puzzle unsolved. In the end the solution will test his belief in the solidity of reality and the linear nature of time.
The Collaring Of Camilla by Alexia Falkendown
Cissbury Hall is the home of the secret Sapphic Order of Cissbury Sybarites, an association of like-minded women who have chosen to devote their lives to the pursuit of pleasure. This is a serious business, as Camilia will find out when she undergoes the ceremony that will transform her into a handmaiden, forever bound to her mistress, Delia.
Recalling her earlier life after being snatched, as a snarling brat, from a Southwark workhouse and apprenticed to her mistress, Augusta, Delia knows what will be expected of Camilia. She will be trained in the fine arts of love and transformed into a mistress of pleasure. She will certainly be well qualified to meet the standards expected of her as a plaything fit for a fine lady.
However, Camilia will also be required to acquaint herself with the most exquisite pain, just as she must learn how to administer the correct amount of punishment...
These stories have also been published in Ultimate Submission ISBN 9781905170968
When he turned up with flowers for me on Friday, I’d had enough.
‘Yes…’ His voice was tinged with hope.
‘Your behaviour isn’t appropriate for the office. Come to my office at 6pm. We need to talk through your future at this company.’
‘No buts. I said I’ll talk to you at 6pm. Now get back to work.’
Someone had to show him the right way to treat a woman. I realised that it had to be me.
By 6pm, the office was practically empty. My team had won a big pitch so I’d sent them down to the pub to celebrate on my company credit card. Everyone else had headed off for the traditional Friday night drinks. Alex knocked on the door.
He came in, looking nervous and started babbling.
‘I’m really sorry, Ella. I really didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. I’m sorry…’
‘Shut up, Alex. What you did was inexcusable. Since you got here you’ve been staring at my tits and screwing your way around the office. Do you really think that’s a professional way to behave?’
He blushed at my use of the word tits. ‘No, Ella.’
‘I think you need to be taught a lesson…’
‘I’m really sorry.’
I shot an evil stare at him for interrupting.
‘…about what women really want.’
His expression changed, as he thought about what I meant.
‘And the first thing you’re going to do is strip.’
He glanced nervously through the glass door of my office.
‘There are only the cleaners left in here and they won’t be coming onto this floor for at least an hour. Didn’t you hear what I said? Strip.’
He licked his lips, now dry with nerves and peeled off his tight white T-shirt to reveal a toned chest and six pack. I began to see his appeal.
‘Now the rest.’
He unbuttoned his jeans and began to push them over his hips. I glared at him.
‘Socks first. I was right. You know nothing.’
He blushed again and bent over to take off his socks. He hesitated and looked up at me to check that it was all right to remove the rest of his clothes.
‘You may continue.’
He pushed his jeans down and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a tight pair of Calvin’s. His cock was straining against them despite – or perhaps because – of the humiliation.
‘And those!’ I barked. ‘Are you stupid?’
He slid them off to reveal a thick cock at least eight inches long and proudly erect. He tried to cover it, embarrassed at being aroused but I moved around the desk and slapped his hand away. ‘You’ve been staring at me for long enough. What’s the matter? Can’t take it the other way round?’
He remained silent, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal.
I pushed my skirt up to reveal my stockings and put one leg up onto a chair.
‘Kneel down in front of me.’
He followed the order.
‘Now lick my clit. Don’t touch me with anything other than your tongue though or I’ll have to punish you further.’
He looked ridiculous kneeling between my legs, craning his neck forward as if bobbing for apples, but when his tongue touched my clit through my silk knickers, I had to grip on to the desk to keep my balance.
‘Not bad. Make sure you lick my cunt thoroughly.’
He ran his tongue up and down my clit then moved down to my hole, sucking my juices through my knickers which were getting thoroughly wet. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into my crotch, grinding my clit into his face until I came hard. I kept hold of the back of his head until I’d recovered from my orgasm, then pushed him away, lowered my skirt and stood in front of him, looking calm.
‘I suppose you’re turned on now?’
‘I want you, Ella.’ He groaned.
‘As you may have heard, I want, doesn’t get. However, I am in need of some entertainment so…’ I moved back to my desk and sat behind it, putting my legs up on the desk, crossed at the ankle to show him that he was the one putting on a show for me. ‘You can wank for me.’
He looked as if he was going to cry, realising he was here to give pleasure, not get it.
‘Come on!’ I tapped my fingernails impatiently on the desk. He put his hand on his cock and started to pump it firmly, rubbing his thumb over its sensitive end.
‘You’ll have to be quicker than that. The cleaners will be here soon and I’m not letting you stop until you come, even if they do come in.’