This story is a work of fiction. Although it is dedicated to somebody very special Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. * * * 'Twas the night before Christmas, and I felt lonely and...
How did I end up, on all fours, holding a plate of her food as her heel was in my ass? How did I end up a piece of property? As she was finishing eating, she dug her heel into my ass more causing a whimper to escape my lips. How did I end up here? A few days earlier. I was standing a stage, my hands cuffed together as people stared at me. My mind couldn't...
It was going to be the longest mile of Sally's life yet she'd wanted to do it this way to prove devotion to her lover. A walk along a deserted beach dressed in a flowing white nightdress... ...while restrained at the wrists in broad daylight! "You've gotta be joking!" she'd exclaimed when Judith Curran, her partner had told the girl about it earlier in the...
I hum "Who Are You Waiting For?" by Melissa Etheridge as I lace my black rubber corset tightly. This is the last touch in my Domme outfit for the evening. My latex hose and shoulder length gloves are smooth and shiny. My favorite ankle strap sandals look fabulous over my hosiery and I'm quite comfortable wearing four inch heels. My makeup is sultry. I take a...
Note: This short work of fiction includes sensory deprived self-bondage and passionate lesbian sex. If this is not your thing, please click away now. All characters involved are 18+. It was a beautiful fall afternoon on the outskirts of Boston. A Friday, the weekend had just begun. Suzy playfully shuffled her feet through the fallen red, orange and yellow l...
It was Thursday evening and Judy was on the phone to Charlotte. "A pony day, that sounds great. ... Yes, I saw the weather forecast. Hot and sunny, just what we need ... We'll come over about eleven then. Can we bring anything, a quiche? A salad? ... Ok, see you on Saturday, bye." She put the phone down and turned to Lisa. "That was Charlotte. Friday's cance...
My mistress's jewelry are fine things to behold: filigreed gold and sliver encrusted with diamonds and gems of every color. I gave a nervous glance around the room. My mistress's private room wasn't the most frequented place. As long I moved quickly there shouldn't be any problem. My hands floated over the jewelry, rifling through them, almost caressing. I...
Ever since Nicki spent part of the summer with her, Andi found herself looking at things a little differently. Nicki had exposed Andi to the art of cunnilingus (and even analingus), and showed her that she shouldn't be afraid to use various dildos when the real thing was unavailable or not up to their standards. Andi kept the pocket vibrator in her computer...
I am Ashley, a professional woman from Chicago. I had my first lesbian experience in college. It felt a little weird, but I was aroused. I thought it was a phase, which I was going through. I didn't think of it much, at the time. I dated a few guys in college. Years later, I met a seemingly decent guy. I married him in 2018. It didn't work out, and we had t...
Disclaimer: This is a fictional continuation of my story "Holiday Fireworks". If you are under 18 or offended by descriptions of sexual interactions between women, please go elsewhere. If not, read on and feel free to email me with comments. It has been a year since my discovery of and conversion to submissive lesbianism. Alex and Mia turned out to be cous...