This is a multi-part story of how Amanda was transformed from being a respectably married woman and mother into bisexual femme getting off on being abused and humiliated. Although each 'Take' is a stand alone story, it hangs together better if you start at the beginning. * "What do you mean you want to take me out?" I said to Sammi when she phoned a disap...
This story is a lesbian romance story with a twist. It has been entered in the Valentine's Day contest. Please vote. A "thank you" to Robert, Bob, Molly, James and my sweet pussycat for your comments. Though not necessary for reading this story, you can gather additional background on the characters by reading the first three installments of the "Grounded...
On the day I called Victoria to tell her that beauty was not for sell, I did suggest I would loan her to her from time to time. Today was the first time. Victoria was hosting a "Ladies Only" weekend. I asked beauty if she wanted to attend. It took her about three seconds to answer in the affirmative. The weekend was a decadent weekend of lesbian love and lu...
Brandye and I had moved back to Philadelphia after a two-year stint in New York City. Moving around was driving me nuts. Every year or two, we moved. Usually it was a huge move, to another city, cutting ties, etc. It had been almost six years now that we'd been together and we'd moved five times. I hated moving. I absolutely hated it. But we had settled into...
Diane's chest heaved as she struggled to bring her breathing and pulse rate back to a more reasonable pace. Little shocks and jolts were still running through her core as she tried to recover from the second orgasm in a row to come courtesy of her Mistress's magical tongue. She looked down to find the Native American beauty staring back at her. At the same...
Jude couldn't believe Mel had been so unsympathetic. In many ways she saw Mel and Lucy as the perfect D/s couple. They had clearly defined roles: Mel the tough butch and Lucy the pretty femme. And yet, there was Mel doing the ironing. What on earth was that all about? Surely Mel could see that doing the ironing was degrading for a Domme, that it reduced her...
I met her on a website that promoted people meeting people. The site was not exactly meant for meeting vanilla women or couples...but it was exciting to view others profiles and imagine actually meeting some of the adventurous people. Actually, I met her and her husband. They had listed themselves as a Domme & Dom couple. I responded because she had listed...
I have this office slave girl, sara by name. She likes it spelled with a lower-case 's' because she's a sub, you see. But I'm not her boss. In fact, I'm not anyone's boss. I'm just as low on the corporate totem pole as sara is on the sexual pole. But in her eyes, and hands, I'm the Boss, the Domme. After our boss leaves, usually about 4 PM in the afternoon,...
This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained. The door was open. I did not know what I was doing. I had been with plenty of woman but never dared pick...
Hi, I'm Alicia, and this is my story about being trained in the art of submission. My Mistress, Autumn, has been my best friend for years. We met at a lesbian bar in San Francisco; she was with her then-girlfriend, a cute Japanese immigrant named Sakura. I was a shy college freshman, I'd just escaped from my conservative, homophobic parents in Kansas. I r...