Laying in the hospital bed, Jess thought back to when she had first met her Mistress, she remembered the day as if it were yesterday... Walking up the walkway through the gardens up to the castle's door, Jess felt a slight apprehension and nervousness tingle up her spine. Before she had decided to come here, she had gone out and bought what she felt to be m...
WARNING WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A FICTIONAL EROTIC STORY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. THIS STORY FEATURES F/F BONDAGE, D/S, HUMILIATION, AND SPANKINGS. IF ANY OF THESE UPSET YOU I ADVISE YOU TO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. REMEMBER THIS IS FANTASY AND NOT REAL LIFE. NEVER DO SOMETHING AGAINST A PERSONS WILL OR CONSENT. REMEMBER SAFE, SANE, AND CONSENSUAL. *...
Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...
I am sitting at my desk, going over some paperwork when I hear a soft knock on the door. I sigh loudly; its only the beginning of the day and I really don't want to handle whatever it is that might be on the other side of the door. But I'm the principal of a rather large High school and sometimes, well it just comes with the territory. "Come in." I look up...
I got home from work around five thirty and there were a couple new messages on the machine. Mum wanted to do lunch the next week, little sister needed a ride to the mall, blah blah blah. But then a familiar voice struck a chord in my brain: "Hello? Oh, shit, this is your machine. Damn. Hi, Lucy. It's Blake." She sounded a little unsure of herself. "Uhm, I w...
My name is Ivy. My mother named me this because she always so adored the way ivy crept up along the side of our house, as though it wanted inside. Me? I feel as though I am constantly looking for a way out. Looking for a way to just go crazy, something that I admit I never do. I'm what you would call a safe girl. I head off to school in the morning (usually...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch. This story features large age differences and student-teacher dynamic. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this. For everyone else...please enjoy! ***** Velma Blou...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a re-written version of a story previously uploaded in 2017. The story takes place many years ago in the past. All stories in this series take place in a time before internet and cell phones, but I leave it to you, the reader to decide what year or decade. This story reflects new content that I hope you enjoy. If y...
April was crying as her parents gave her hell for flunking her senior year in high school. Her heart sank when her mother announced, "I spoke to your teachers and was told about a school camp for girls like you. It is not summer school but is a private camp that teaches you all that you need to know to get your diploma. You will live there and they are very...
Author's Note: This story was created as part of a much larger story about a girl who develops a relationship with her gym teacher in high school. If conventionally unattractive women and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. Some background on the main characters: Ciara Ackerman: She is a beautiful and sweet 18 year old senior w...