Janice was shaken out of her reflections of the previous night's events, by the doorbell. She wasn't in any shape for company. That is, any company apart from her Mistress who was due any minute. Janice was kneeling naked by her front door, wearing her collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs. The leash was attached to her collar and she was holding it in her mouth...
Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... sounded my phone signaling 8 A.M. on Sunday morning. Normally I'd be loathed to get up this early any day, on a weekend especially, but today was different. Today is going to be the best day of my life. Excitedly, I climbed out of bed, careful not to trip and fall flat on my face as I rushed over to my calendar hanging on the wa...
The name is Kelly Brownstone. I'm a six-foot-one, deliciously curvy, big-bottomed and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm co-owner and CEO of Brownstone & Kendrick LLC, a Real Estate company. We've got locations in the towns of Brockton, Bridgewater and Randolph, along with eighteen agents. Business wise, we're d...
I watched you scan the room full of wealthy, arrogant people looking for an out of the boring conversation you were currently trapped in . A fund raising dinner for the current mayor of our small southern town, had brought out the elite of Savannah's high society. Doctor's, lawyers, politicians and business men and women made up the crowd, most of them comi...
The noise of a harp broke through the silence. In my sleep-deprived early morning mind, piecing things together in a haphazard fashion, like putting on last night's panties with odd socks and forgetting to comb my hair, I imagined heaven and angels. Out of habit, my hand reached out, catching a breast instead of a phone. It seemed a good exchange to me. I s...
"Now don't you go anywhere my dear, I won't be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven." "How can I go anywhere; you've tied me to the bedposts." "Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left. Sorry darling, I'm late already. You don't mind, do you E?" "What if I need a wee-wee?" Came the quiet girly pleading tone from the be...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. May the Most High bless your path on this very day. My name is Mariam Alzahrani and I am a young Arab Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Dammam, somewhere in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but grew up in the United Kingdom. For the first few years of my life, Berkshire was my home. And...
So, I thought, this is how it ends. And yet the day had begun so promisingly. With Ayesha, who had been sent to spy on my Sapphic activity by the Imams, compromised into silence by Jess's forceful introduction to its delights, and Princess Damila satisfied by the Sultan and myself, we had shored up the strategy of supporting the Al-Amadin clan, provided th...
Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
Many thanks to VMKane, without her this would not exist. ***** Tailored red dress, tights (complete with seam), Forties heels and an S10 gas mask - hiding her identity and giving her a menacing presence. I'm on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corner restraints. The only movement I can manage is to raise my head enough to watch her walking around t...