I had only seen the image for a few seconds, but it was etched permanently on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was one of those photographs that draw you in. Her face was in sharp focus, the rest of the picture slightly blurred. She had been naked when the photographs was taken, as far as I could tell and knelt on the floor, looking up at the c...
I knew we were having a guest aboard because I was told to prepare the VIP cabin. She was my height, 155cm, grey eyes, and short brown hair. Her face wasn't what you'd call beautiful, more 'interesting'. Her nose was kind of crooked, which oddly enough was sort of sexy somehow. I thought she was a bit chubby until I took her long brown leather coat with the...
We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the...
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...
It was ten days later when I was sitting home on a Monday night and the phone rang. It wasn't quite late, around ten, but still rather late for most of my friends to be calling. I answered with my customary hello and I recognized her husky alto immediately, "Come to me now." There was no hesitation in my reply, "yes, Mistress." I tore into my bedroom and s...
PART 2: DRIVEN TO THE EDGE The car jiggled slightly as two thumps resounded through the vehicle waking her groggily from a restive slumber. How long she had dozed Angela had no idea, shortly after though she heard the engine start, surely they were still winding her up, tormenting her for her indiscretions. Angela found it hard to believe they would dare ta...
My name is Louise Antioch and I am a female psychopath. Having antisocial personality disorder isn't a disease. It's a lot of fun to me. Trust me on that one. A five-foot-ten, plump, green-eyed, blonde-haired woman without conscience. That is yours truly. One of the free spirits out there who can do anything at all without feeling guilty. These days, it's th...
It was just before midnight when Amanda finally got the chance to slip away from the house. She climbed out the second story bedroom window of her house and made her way over. There she continued by climbing up to my window which I had open and pushes the window open to enter the room. It was dark and Amanda wouldn't see me right away. Amanda had just turned...
When Lily was finished with me, she stood behind the chair and lifted me back into an upright position. "You look bitchin' hot with no hair." I must have smiled at her approval of my brand new look. I made a slight move to get out of the chair but Lily placed her hands on my shoulders and held me down. "You are not going anywhere." "I've got to show Gil...
The slave known to me as 22 prepared me for my first appearance in public. My body had been fully waxed two days earlier and she shaved my head and brow line so I was smooth everywhere. The daily shaving and the pleasures that followed had become something that excited me and I now associated hairlessness with submissive pleasure. When all of the pamperin...