Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back to N is for…. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.

Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)

…peed. Panic pulsed through her body as she felt the rush of pee splash down, hitting the ground and spraying her thighs. She peered around, looking to see if she had been caught, but now it didn’t matter. A police officer could walk right up to her at that very moment and she couldn’t have stopped. She was committed now, and it felt so good.

She had spent however many hours sipping water, trying to make sure her bladder was good and full, and boy was it. She probably couldn’t have waited any longer even if she had wanted to. (Maybe that was a good excuse–she was out for a walk and couldn’t make it inside the house. That didn’t explain her flip flops in October or her lack of panties, but whatever. She was almost done, and hopefully wouldn’t get caught.)

Standing up, she felt that her thighs were soaking wet, not just from piss, but from arousal. She had never been so turned on in her life. And when the car door shut nearby, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

She could hear footsteps, but couldn’t see where they were coming from. It was probably a neighbor going home for the night, but she couldn’t see anyone. Her head was almost spinning, looking for any signs of someone. Was there someone coming up the walk? In the driveway? On the sidewalk? The footsteps sounded closer.

With her legs soaking wet, she felt her pussy clenching with excitement. She wasn’t supposed to be excited for this! She was supposed to be disgusted or something. She knew it was gross to many, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was wound tight with arousal, and she had a fleeting thought that she would give anything for the footsteps to end with someone catching her, seeing her with her soaked legs and dripping cunt, and make her feel like the most disgusting slut in the world.

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!

Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back one day. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.

Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)

October. Open air. Orange dress. Open legs. 

Nora could do it. She kept telling herself that she could do it, and nothing bad would happen, but she wasn’t honestly sure. She had never peed in the yard before, but her Master told her she had to, and so she would. She had waited until the precise time she had decided to go, and she had stepped out into the open air. She had excuses thought up in case someone caught her, but she was just so terrified of being caught that she wasn’t even sure she could pee. But she would be damned if she didn’t. She had never let her Master down before and she didn’t intend to start.

“Oh goodness,” she whispered to herself as she took a step away from the door. She let the door swing shut behind her, and it slammed itself shut. During the day, the sound of the door closing wouldn’t have been very loud, but in the quiet night air, it was unbearably loud to Nora. She jumped and looked around, frantically searching to see if anyone saw her. She thought her heart had been pounding hard before, but now the frantic rhythm seemed too fast to be possible.

After the jump scare and with the adrenaline pumping through her body, she decided it would be best to walk around the yard a little bit. It would give her a chance to make sure no one was around, watching her, waiting. “This is stupid,” she whispered to herself. “No one cares what I’m doing. No one is watching me.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her, and that she would get caught if she went and peed next to the neighbor’s yard now.

She stepped away from her door and walked down off the back porch, her eyes searching the darkness for any signs of movement. She saw nothing. It didn’t calm her nerves. She made a whole loop of the back yard, looking at the windows in all the houses, expecting someone to be peeping at her from behind a curtain. But she saw no movement, no people.

She stopped in the yard near her neighbor’s property and took one final look around. She still couldn’t see anyone, so she spread her legs, crouched down, and…

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!

Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s totally fine. This is a great place to start! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.

Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)

NO. No, no, no, no, no. That is not natural, nor nice, nor neighborly.

Nora sighed and resigned herself to the task she had been given. Her Master liked to challenge her, but she was always up for a challenge. Or at least, almost always. Now wasn’t the best time. She had been tasked with peeing on her neighbor’s lawn. Or, to be more specific, near her neighbor’s lawn. Her Master tried to be respectful of others, of course.

Now she had to figure out how to make it happen without getting caught. That would be the real trick of it. But she was resilient and she would make it work. She thought about getting up in the middle of the night, but that seemed almost worse. If someone saw her tramping around in the yard in the middle of the night, they were more likely to call the police, and that would be a terrible thing. But if she went right after dark, it was still not totally weird to be out in the yard. She certainly couldn’t do it during the day when others would be more likely to be up and around.

Nora had to complete her task by the following morning, so she didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. She decided 10 pm would be the right time. As the clock ticked on, she felt her nerves mounting. What if she got caught? What would she say? Her toilet was broken and she had no choice? She would just play dumb. But hopefully she wouldn’t get caught. She had already picked out her outfit. It was a dress with a short skirt, and it was soft and flowy. She would be able to wear it without panties, and that would help. At least she wouldn’t be exposing her body to the outside air. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and opened the door at 9:59. It was now or never, she told herself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped outside into the chilly October air.

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

Richard: Well, her throat is certainly resilient at least. Here’s M is for moaning sounds?

“Mmmm, mmpphmm mpmmm mmm mmmmhhhh mmmhhmmmm mmmgluck mm mmm mmmm mmmm mmmffmmm mfffuuuuu!”

Hailey gasped as Mark thrust his cock in and out of her throat.

“Is this what it’ll take to stop your crimes?” Mark asked as Hailey gazed up at him, dazed.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know. Why don’t you try it for a couple weeks. I’ll give you a call every time I want to rob a bank and you can come stop me. I’ll turn off the security cameras as you can fuck my face right there in the vault, how’s that sound?”

“And become your accomplice? That doesn’t make things better!” Mark shoved his cock back in her mouth, punishing her throat.

“MMm MMHHMM MFMMFF MM MMM MMMFFFFMMM MGHUUU!”

He pulled out again and she just smiled up at him.

“It’s fun to switch sometimes. After you stop me from robbing the bank, I can bring you back here and spank your ass for being a bad boy and breaking into play with me. That’s trespassing, at least 50 spanks.”

Mark rolled his eyes, and let his dick bounce just out of tongue range.

“I dunno, I think this is probably a much more effective punishment for you than paddling or skullfucking.”

“But, if you punish me too bad, I won’t let you catch me.”

“Let me catch you?”

“Yeah. I could totally have gotten away. I just wanted to fuck you. I totally let you catch me.”

Mark reached up and untied the ropes, slowly letting Hailey down to the ground.

“Go ahead, then. Get away. Right now. I’ll let you go.”

Hailey looked up at him and pouted.

“I don’t think I’m going to bother stopping you next time. I’m just going to come down here on Friday nights and wait for you to show up. Instead of wasting my time stopping you, I’ll just hang out with my dick out until you come fuck yourself on it. That’s much better for both of us than robbing banks, isn’t it?”

Hailey slipped her lips over the tip of his cock, but shook her head. It wasn’t fun if she didn’t make him work for it a little bit.

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

Richard: I think I kind of forgot about the resilient part halfway through. Oh well, here’s L is for Lust!

“Look, lemme lick le large lollipop like lugers lunge low.”

“What?” Mark asked.

“I mean, I still believe in all that steal from the rich and give to the poor stuff, but I also rob banks so I can get super studs like you to come punish me. I’m a total cape chaser. You can see that I’m soaked through my panties, and I can see that you’re about to tear your spandex. So, why don’t you take your cock out and punish one of my holes like you did my ass cheeks?”

Mark pulled down his tights, and let his cock pop free. Hailey stared at it, licking her lips. “I’m pretty sure there are easier ways to hook up with super heroes than getting caught at the scene of a crime.”

“Yeah, but this gets you all worked up, and it’s so much hotter that way. Fuck, I don’t know if it’s just because you’ve had me tied up and been beating me for an hour, but that is a tasty looking dick,” said Hailey.

Mark smirked at her as a bead of precum drooled off the head. Hailey craned her neck towards him, sticking out her tongue and panting, but only succeeded in starting to slowly spin.

“Awww, don’t waste it. Bring it over here and let me lick it all up.”

Mark laughed and strode over to her, letting her slowly spin until she completed a whole rotation, only stopping her when her cheek pressed against his dick. He swung his hips a little, slapping the tip against her face and smearing on some precum.

She moaned and reached out with her tongue, licking whatever she could reach and lining herself up to kiss the tip.

“Mmm, that is tasty,” she said. “Ready for the main event?”

Mark nodded and grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her steady. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, staring up at him. “Aaaahhhh.”

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

Richard: Fun fact! Did you know that J comes between I and K? I didn’t. Luckily, Jayden wrote last night’s post. Clearly, J is for Jayden.

Double fun fact! K is a really hard letter to alliterate with. Unless you’re writing Mortal Kombat fanfiction or something.

Koncussive konvincing kouldn’t kill kleptomania kommitting kompulsions. Karrots kould kause kompliance komparatively kleanly. Kissing konsecutively kalibrated kordiality.

In short, if Mark couldn’t beat the badness out of her, he’d kiss it into her instead. With the gag removed, he leaned in. “I think you’d commit fewer crimes if you had a loving home to come home to.”

Hailey stared at him.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Like you said, you’re not a psycho killer or anything. You rob banks. You’ve never done worse than kick a guard in the balls. If we could redirect that energy to something more productive…”

Hailey rolled her eyes. “And what’s in it for me?”

Mark leaned in, kissing her lightly. When she didn’t bite or head butt him, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Soft, moist, a little salty from the tears. He lightly traced a hand over her shoulders and followed the curve of the rope over her back.

“There. That’s not so bad, is it?”

She grunted and rolled her eyes again.

“Better than getting arrested?”

“Barely.”

He shook his head and kissed her again, letting his tongue slip free of his lips this time. She blew a raspberry against it, but let it into her mouth. Mark moaned softly and cradled the back of her head, slipping his tongue over hers. She dropped limp in the ropes, not fighting him for the first time since his attempts began hours ago.

Know gnu know knever knix kniceness.

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

“Jail would be justified,” Hailey thought just as another tear dripped from her cheek.

“Are you done yet?” Mark asked, almost a sneer in his voice.

Hailey nodded.

“You’re going to stop robbing banks?”

Hailey nodded again.

“I don’t believe you,” Mark said, and he SWACKED her ass a few more times. She screamed and moaned, wriggling to try to get out of her bonds, but Mark knew what he was doing and his bonds held fast.

She grunted in anger and frustration when he stopped again, but didn’t release her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing she couldn’t effectively answer him.

She grunted some more and writhed in her bonds. He contemplated her, her sheer panties showing her red ass, tears streaking down her cheeks. But she still had a lot of fight left in her. He knew that this punishment hadn’t been enough to deter her, much as she claimed it was. The fact that she fought him immediately after he asked was evidence enough for him. But what was he going to do about it?

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

Richard was half asleep and burned out from editing 150 pages last night. Let’s see if we can make this not a complete disaster. (Update after writing: It’s still a disaster. I do not like this challenge.)

Incidentally, impacts immunize intellectuals, icons, and iconoclasts. Mark slapped the paddle against his hand a couple times, before taking aim at Hailey’s ass and flipping up the singed edge of her pleated skit.

“I have to admit, evil witch/schoolgirl is an interesting costume ideas,” he said.

Hailey wriggled a little and mumbled something through the gag. (Richard: There was almost sassy dialogue here, but I remembered the gag!)

Mark lined up and SWACKED her ass, sending her spinning a little in the ropes.

“This is very impractical. I should’ve had another super villain help me rig up the torture chamber. I’m more used to being the torturee than the torturer.”

Hailey managed to flip him off despite her bonds.

“This is more fun, though,” he said, waiting for the angle to swing back just right and slapping her ass again with the opposite side of the paddle.

Hailey squealed as she swung through the air.

“Are you going to stop robbing banks?”

Two flip offs this time.

“Two more strokes it is then,” he said, slapping her once and then zipping around with super speed to the other side of the swing to hit her again.

She squealed through the gag as he increased the pace, bouncing around the room, always a step ahead of her to deliver the next hit as she swung. As her ass showed cherry red through her sheer panties he finally stopped, grabbed the rope, and looked her in the eye.

“Is this working any better than jail?” he asked, as the first tears dripped off her cheeks.

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!

Richard: Jayden asked me to hop in with H, and suggested H is for hero. (Or maybe heroine?) Fair enough, I’m just finishing up a thesis about super heroes, so I guess I can play there some.

Hailey “Hexen” Hawthorne hung from the hitched up hawser her hero had hauled over the hoist of her happy hovel. He held up his hand and hit her hard on the hiney!

“You’ll have to do better than that!” she spat as she spun.

Mark “Justice” McManus laughed. “”I’m just getting started, Hexen! Once I’m through with you, your days of villainy will be over!”

Hexen rolled her eyes. “Laying it on a little thick, ‘Justice.'”

He slapped her ass again. “We’ll see how you feel once I’m done with you. This is just a warm up.”

“Shouldn’t you be turning me into the police or something? Tying me up and spanking me doesn’t seem very heroic.”

“The police have failed to hold you time and again. The only heroic thing to do is to take matters into my own hands and change your evil ways!”

“I’m not evil! Was Robin Hood evil? I steal from the rich, give to the poor, help the needy! The world is what’s evil, and you’re just upholding the status quo. If you really wanted to help people, you’d side with me!”

“Enough of your trickery, witch! I’ll not let your honeyed words stay my hand!” he slapped her ass again, then caught her as she spun, grabbing a ball gag off the toy rack next to her and shoving it in her mouth, strapping on the buckle.

“Clearly, I’ll need to resort to more severe methods of correction to mend your evil ways…” He looked over the rack, almost reaching for a whip, before grabbing a paddle and slapping it against his palm a few times. “I think this will do nicely.”

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GASP! Grimacing and grabbing the table, Adelaide girded herself against the grueling jolt of electricity.

Crystal chuckled. “It’s good to see that my antics have an effect on you, Adelaide.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she murmured in response. Her manners were automatic.

“I do have such a good submissive, don’t I?” Derek said from his end of the table, smiling over at the group, but directing his attention directly at Adelaide.

“She is good, very good,” Crystal said, almost to herself.

Adelaide blushed with the compliments.

“I want you all to understand a bit about this particular submissive.” The group all turned to look at Derek and waited for him to continue. “When Adelaide came to me, she was broken. I think she thought she would never be whole again. She had had her heart and mind broken by a Dom,” he used his fingers to indicate air quotes around the term, “who made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything. He had convinced her that no one could ever love her and that she would never be good enough to serve any other Master.”

Adelaide looked away. Everything he was saying was true, and it was still somewhat painful to hear. Derek had taken her in six months ago, and she had done everything she could to please him, to show him that she was worth something. She never complained. But he was so different from her previous Master. Yes, he had tested her limits and pushed her to new heights, but he had respected her, given her a safe word, guided her, and taught her. She was grateful for every moment they had spent together, and though she didn’t know how this speech was going to end, she hoped that he wasn’t going to tell her she was actually worthless after all.

“But what that asshole didn’t understand was that Adelaide is capable of so much. She is authentic, brave, captivating, daring, energetic, faithful, and generous, and most of all, she is resilient. She has served me without fail for six months, and, Adelaide, I would be honored if you would consent to be my submissive, officially, with a collaring ceremony.”

Adelaide grinned. She had never felt so elated. “Derek, Master, of course.” She beamed. “I would love to be yours. Absolutely.”

Did you catch all the A-G things (and G to A) that I did in this story? There’s at least one of each! This is it (probably) for Adelaide and Derek. Come back Monday to see what our next resilient submissive is all about!

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Adelaide frequently felt frisky, but feared the focused volts in the electric wand.

“Come here, pet,” he said, and Adelaide approached him, trembling. Adelaide’s mind knew that she should obey her Master, and she wanted to, but her body was struggling to follow her direction.

She stood in front of him and watched as he picked up the tiny wand and pressed it against her arm. He clicked the button and she felt a little zap. It wasn’t even as bad as a good shock from static electricity in the winter.

“Now, be a good girl and let everyone else have a turn.”

It took her a moment to process what he was asking, but she turned to face Ester, letting Ester press her electric wand against Adelaide’s bare thigh. Then she went around to Charlie. He grinned up at her. “It’s fun to be on this side of the table,” he said with a wink. Then he pressed his electric wand up against her side. She winced. That hurt more than the other places. Finally, she moved around to Crystal. Crystal had such a smirk on her face that Adelaide knew she wasn’t going to be happy with this one.

Crystal grabbed the top of Adelaide’s apron and pulled her closer, tugging the fabric to the side to expose Adelaide’s breast. She pressed the electric wand right up against her soft skin. “Are you scared, Adelaide?”

Adelaide nodded.

“Good,” Crystal said. She kept the device there for a long time, staring at Adelaide who began to whimper quietly. She tried so hard not to. She bit her lip, she tensed her muscles, but she knew the zap would come, and she knew it would hurt a lot.

The waiting was worse than the actual electric charge, but when Crystal finally pressed the button to deliver it, Adelaide couldn’t help but let out a…

What do you think Adelaide is going to say? Come back tomorrow to find out!

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Check out our first post if you’d like to start at the beginning of the story! Enjoy!

Adelaide exuded energy as she excused herself to the entrance to embrace the next guests. “Hello,” she said, sure to keep her bare backside away from the front door, “welcome.”

“Hello, Adelaide,” the woman at the door said with a smirk. “At least, I assume you’re Adelaide since you’re answering the door in nothing but an apron.”

The blush that had begun to fade from Adelaide’s face returned in full force. “I am Adelaide, Ma’am.”

“Turn for me,” the woman directed, and Adelaide hesitated slightly but did as she was told. “Very nice. I see why your Master keeps you dressed that way.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Adelaide said. “May I take your coat?”

Within ten minutes, Adelaide’s Master, Derek, told her that all the guests had arrived and that they would be sitting down to dinner. Adelaide peeked out at the dining room as they gathered around the table. Her Master, Derek, sat at the head of the table. He was tall and handsome, and she was aroused just looking at him, sitting there in his polo shirt and trousers. He wasn’t dressed up, but he just looked so handsome.

To his right sat Ester, the woman who had made Adelaide spin when she arrived. Ester was tall, taller than Adelaide, and thin, and she wore a black dress that made her appear both sexy and sophisticated, while also casual. On her other side was Charlie, and then Crystal at the opposite end of the table from Derek. 

Adelaide had been expecting more people to arrive, since she had set the table for six at Derek’s direction, but he told her there had been a slight change in plans. “Pet, take away those two place settings,” he said, pointing to the two across from Charlie and Ester.

“Yes, Sir,” Adelaide said, removing them at once. She wondered why he didn’t have Ester sit across from Charlie, but she didn’t want to be rude and ask. 

Derek slid something long and thin onto the table next to his plate. Adelaide couldn’t quite see what it was, but she noticed that he was handing three more down the table to their guests. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, watching and waiting for direction. “Do you know what these are, pet?”

“No, Sir,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“These are electric wands. One little touch and you’ll feel the zap of electricity.” Adelaide’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never seen such a thing before, but she’d heard of them, and she was terrified.

Do you think Adelaide is going to like a little electroplay? Come back tomorrow to find out!

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Check out our first post if you’d like, and welcome to the third installment! After a short break for C is for Cuck Cage, we’re back to Adelaide’s story. Be sure to read A and B if you haven’t yet! But don’t worry, Charlie and Crystal from last post are coming back!

The doorbell dinged. “Damn!” Did Adelaide dare to welcome guests into their domicile dressed in nothing but an apron, her derriere hanging out?

She didn’t really have a choice. Master told her they were having company, and so they were having company. He told her that she was dressed perfectly, and so she was dressed perfectly. She knew better than to question what he said, even when she was nervous beyond belief at who would be attending the party and what they would think of her flaunting her bare ass as she hosted.

The doorbell dinged again, and Adelaide went to open it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she peeked through the small window on the door to who might be on the other side. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was their dear friends Charlie and Crystal. They were kinky, too, so they would understand why she was dressed in such a skimpy outfit.

“Welcome,” she said, as she swung the door open. They stepped inside and she offered to take their coats. As she turned her back to them, she heard Crystal chuckle, and turned to see Charlie blush.

“Well, well, well,” Crystal said. “It seems like Derek is pushing you to new heights, hmm?”

“Yes, Miss,” Adelaide said. “Master has instructed me to answer the door in my apron, and, of course, I will do as he asks.”

“You’re a good girl, Adelaide.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“Bring me a drink, Charlie.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said at once. “Adelaide?”

“This way, Charlie,” Adelaide said, leading him into the kitchen where he could make his Mistress a drink.

“And I thought I had it bad that Mistress made me wear a cock cage,” he said with a smirk. His voice was low, so low that Adelaide almost didn’t hear him.

Adelaide blushed at his words.

“What’s that? Are you not turned on?”

“I’m very turned on, Adelaide said. “And I’m honored to do as my Master asks.”

Charlie smiled at her, “Of course you are. And you should be. You’re a resilient little one, aren’t you?”

“I suppose I am,” Adelaide said as the doorbell dinged again.

Who do you think should be the next to arrive?

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Check out our first post if you’d like, and welcome to the second installment! Our focus is on the resilience of submissives. As much as we wanted to have everything pre-planned, we are writing on the fly, so feel free to tell us in the comments what you would like our submissives to be challenged with!

We’re going to take a break from Adelaid’s story because there’s nothing more perfect for the letter C than cock cages, and that just doesn’t quite fit where we are in the story at the moment. Enjoy!

Charlie clamped on his cuck cage with a click. Crystal, his commander, confirmed that he came better when kept in chastity. She stepped over him, staring down at his cock that was quickly filling the tiny cage. He whimpered as he handed her the key.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone mocking him.

“N-nothing, Mistress.”

She smirked down at him. “But you seem upset, cuck.”

“N-no, Mistress.”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” His whole body was shaking as he watched her walk around him in a slow circle. He whipped his head around trying to see her as she moved about. “I’m always uncomfortable in my cage, Mistress.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“It’s good, Mistress. I like being in my cage.”

“Good,” she said. “Not that I was giving you a choice.”

“Of course not, Mistress.” He knew that she would push him to his furthest limits. She would make him hard with the cage on, make him scream until he lost his voice. She would leave bruises on his ass and thighs and bite marks all over him. And when she was done, she would leave him broken and bruised, but finally relieved. Allowed to cum at last. And no matter what she threw at him, no matter how hard she pushed, Charlie would be devoted to her. He would always rise to meet her, always serve her, and always love her.

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!

Check out our first post if you’d like, and welcome to the second installment! Our focus is on the resilience of submissives. As much as we wanted to have everything pre-planned, we are writing on the fly, so feel free to tell us in the comments what you would like our submissives to be challenged with!

Beautiful, bubbling baked Belmac apples, brushed with butter and brown sugar burbled in a bulging baking pan on the blue bar in the breakfast nook. Adelaide had taken them out to cool moments before her Master walked in the door. He loved her baked apples, and after the orchard, she knew that he would want a taste, of both the apples, and her.

She turned to the door when she heard the lock click and smiled. “Hello, Master.”

“Hello, pet,” he said. “I see you’ve followed my directions.”

“Of course, Master,” she said, giving him a little curtsy in her apron. She was wearing nothing else, and the blue background with the bright red apples brought out the blue of her eyes.

He came close to her and wrapped his hands around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips. As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but nip at her lower lip. She yelped, as he expected. He grinned down at her. “Jumpy, pet?”

She just smiled shyly up at him. She could be jumpy, and they both knew it. But she was determined to overcome her shyness so she could impress him. He was helping her by giving her these tasks, and she was happy to oblige.

“Are the apples ready, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

“In about,” he looked at the clock on the wall over her shoulder, “five minutes, I would expect guests to start arriving.”

Her eyes went wide. Since she’d been home with the apples, he had asked her to clean up and bake the apples, and she had done so, but she hadn’t expected company. “I should go get dressed then, Sir.”

He shook his head. “I think you’re dressed perfectly, pet.”

“Master!”

He cocked his head at her, “Are you questioning me, pet?”

“N-no, Sir, of course not.”

“Good. Set out plates and get down champagne glasses. My friends will certainly want to celebrate that I get to show off my good little slut.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Her heart pounded in her throat as she turned to get the glasses down out of the cabinet.

What do you think Master should challenge Adelaide with next?

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Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!

Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!

Check out our Theme Reveal post if you’d like, and welcome to the first installment! Our focus is on the resilience of submissives. As much as we wanted to have everything pre-planned, we are writing on the fly, so feel free to tell us in the comments what you would like our submissives to be challenged with!

Adelaide Abby approached the abandoned apple orchard with abundant aplomb. She knew her assignment, and though she was nervous, she took strength from the fact that her Master was overseeing her. She didn’t know exactly where he was, but she knew that he was there somewhere. He would never leave her out on her own, naked in the open. He was very protective of her in that way.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked around, trying to see if there was anyone else in the area. The old abandoned area seemed deserted, except for the birds and wildlife making noises just out of her sight. As the sun started to set, she worried that she wouldn’t find her way out before it got dark. Her bare feet crunched along the grass, and she watched carefully where she was walking lest she step on something unpleasant.

Her assignment was to go to the orchard and take some nude pictures of herself, then get herself out before it got too dark to be safe. She set down her bag that included her tripod and cell phone, finding a great spot with good lighting. In minutes, she had her equipment set up and she was snapping pictures with the remote. Each pose made her squirm with desire. She was getting so aroused.

“I can smell you from here, slut.” Her Master’s deep voice came out of the shadows making Adelaide jump and her heart race. 

“Master!”

He smiled a wicked grin at her. “My resourceful little slut seems to be doing well with her task, but time is growing short. Do you want to be walking out of here after dark, pet?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then I suggest you pack up your equipment and let’s go. I have more tasks for you.”

“Yes, Master.” She turned away from him and grinned so he couldn’t see how pleased she was. She knew that if he thought she was too pleased with herself, he would make her next task more difficult. Her heart kept pounding in her chest, not from fear, but from excitement.

What do you think Master should challenge Adelaide with next?

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