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...
Katherine Donnell is the name and sexual play is the nature of my game. I love to dominate ( and sometimes be dominated by ) other women and I include racial elements in my deeply sexual games. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and wiry young white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State University, majoring in p...
I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-ba...
Please note -- All characters portrayed in this fictional story are 18 and over. This chapter finalises this portion of the story however if you would like to continue there have been further chapters written under the title of Power Versus Submission to be published soon. This chapter contains themes of coercion and questionable consent, if this is likely t...
The first time I laid eyes on Alex McGuigan was in September 2010. We were moving in to our university halls of residence together. There were four of us moving into a flat, all with en-suite bedrooms to embark on our first year of undergraduate study. Moving-in day was awkward, with various sets of parents running to and fro up the stairs, down the stairs,...
By the time Gail hit the End button on her cell she felt better. Jan had explained how enduring a brief bit of humiliation could create a long term upside. All she had to do was think of it as acting. With no appetite, Gail ordered a double Bombay Martini for some liquid courage. By the time she got to the bottom of the glass it was already one o'clock. Late...
"Let me see, let me see," said the receptionist. "Is your hearing scheduled for next week?" "No, I have a meeting with Ms. Alvarez scheduled for 4:30," I said. Rain beat against the ninth-floor window of the Pike Street immigration lawyer's office in downtown Seattle. "Oh, of course, I'm sorry," said the receptionist. "I'll page her now." She picked up the...
NOTE: This is adult fiction containing mature material and is intended for an adult readership. If you are offended by such content then please exit the page. Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you'd like the narrative continued. * * * * * Dr. Janice Clifton had spent the entire semester fielding the squabbles and complaints. The new faculty...
I fucked Beth on Tuesday evening. Wednesday afternoon, just as I was clearing my desk to go home, I called my assistant/lover, Vicki, into my office. "Close the door," I said when she entered. "Yes ma'am?" Vicki asked about being called into my office. Ever the professional at work. "Have you any plans for this evening?" I asked as I closed my laptop's...
Theresa Brown is the name. I'm the Director of Athletics at Harris College, a historically black school named after the late E. Lynn Harris, a world-famous African-American author. The school opened its doors in 2011. Two years after the death of the legendary Black writer it's named after. And I'm at the helm of its sports department. I run a tight ship and...