I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were...
Charlotte Cavendish hurried through the chill November air, head down and shoulders hunched as she hugged the laundry bag tight to her body. It was unseasonably cold and she couldn't get to her small apartment on the Ku'damm quickly enough. Besides, at this time of night the streets of Berlin were no place for a woman to be out alone. As she rounded a corner...
My experience with Sally was confusing, to say the least. I was angry, hurt, surprised, insulted, and felt degraded. I'd been beaten and raped by that bitch. I reasoned that I couldn't have been the only woman she'd treated that way. Never again, I vowed. After thinking about some more I made an appointment with the dean of the college. I would expose Sally...
Sam couldn't stop watching Amy as she worked; the way she bent over the tables to talk to customers, the way she sashayed away, the way she smiled at her as she walked past. It was all Sam could do not to touch her. Ever since that night of ruthless passion, things have been weird. Sam tried to play it off like it was nothing; from her experience, if she c...
I'm awoken hours before the sun sets by the sounds of combat just a short distance away, igniting my blood-lust. The screams of men, bones crunching, muscles tearing, hearts pumping as arteries are severed and blood soaks uselessly into the earth. I want to be a part of it, clawing at flesh, blood, sweet, thick and hot dripping down my chin as I drink my fil...
I got an email the other day from a contact that used to send me items regularly. This one came as a little bit of a surprise, as I have not heard from her in months. The subject line read Eat Here With Us This Weekend. It looked like a standard solicitation type email, hoping for another guest to leave their money for a tastefully overpriced meal. The view...
For the past year and a half, I have owned, operated, and performed in a live touring sex show in Central Europe. I and my fellow performers appear at sex clubs and private functions, showing off our nasty talents for co-ed and all-women audiences. Everyone has signed a consent form. What we do is a delicious mix of BDSM and uninhibited lesbian sex. My agen...
The contrast between the relative decorum of the dining room, and the sweaty depravity of the basement hit us the moment we went through the door, having first left our phones with the Receptionist. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see two women on leashes, being led around. They seemed, on a closer look, to be attired only in a collar and a skimpy...
[Thanks to estragon for the proofreading on my story once again. --tricia] Session VII: Missing the Feeling As the day passed on Thursday, the redness passed from my skin and the low-grade pain that reminded me of my beatings slowly faded. By the end of the day, I was missing it. No one had spanked me on Wednesday. Dominated me, fingered me, made me eat p...
Sharp clicks of my heels on the concrete leading to the entrance of the bar as I rush from my car. Blasts of frigid air leave the street deserted while pushing me along towards the glow escaping the doorway of the club. I'm shivering as I push the door open just wide enough to enter and hurry inside. Standing there, my arms holding me in a vain effort to st...