Stories by Diana
The Gamblers 1 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, slavery, anal sex, CELTs, series, future
The style was called “Anguish.” It was the latest fashion rage—dress your woman in haute-couture, bind her in some minor way, and then hurt her …just a little …just eno[...]
The Gamblers 2 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, CELTs, series, future
The man returned from the counter and sat down on the lounge chair next to the girl. He was angry, shoving his ticket roughly into a paper folder. I could see from the color of the folder that he was [...]
The Gamblers 3 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, travel, CELTs, future, gambling
Shit! What miserable fucking luck—the man was in the seat next to mine. I checked my ticket again, 6E (fuck). I tried to slip into my seat without being noticed. “How you doing, partner?&[...]
The Gamblers 4 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, contract, CELTs, series
“May I change my clothes, Master?” she asked. We were standing outside the arrival gate at JFK. With the sundress exposing her bare shoulders and long legs, she was getting lecherous star[...]
The Gamblers 5 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, sm, series, rage
That evening when I got home, she met me at the door dressed in black pants and a white silk top. The pants hugged her behind, highlighting her long legs. The outfit included a short jacket that made [...]
The Gamblers 6 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, sm, series, testing, cropping
The library in my grandfather’s house was massive, about 30 feet long and 15 feet wide with an 18-foot-tall peaked ceiling. Crisscrossed beams ran the full length of it ceiling, creating opening[...]
The Gamblers 7 by Diana
Filed in: bondage, slavery, CELTs, series
Jesse returned to the library with five minutes to spare, walking painfully but steadily to the door in her high heels. She looked stunningly, with an amazing glow that I had never seen on a woman. Wa[...]
The Gamblers 8 by Diana
Filed in: slavery, whipping, CELTs, series, punisment
I was waiting for her when she opened her bedroom door. She was barefooted, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hair was wet and she had a wonderful, just-showered smell. “Howard, I…&[...]
The Gamblers 9 by Diana
Filed in: CELTs, series
I was waiting the next morning when she opened her bedroom door just as I had been a week before. Again, she was barefooted, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, with wet hair. She stopped when she saw[...]
