We stared at the screen, the account was in the first person written by Emm: I remember being drugged, waking I found myself shackled securely to a St Andrew's Cross. Feeling intoxicated and euphoric, I gazed around the room, there was a small table next to the cross. Looking down at it, I saw a tall glass jar containing a clear liquid, and next to it a se...
When you saw me knitting on the subway and moved over to ask me about it, I was very pleased. Lots of people give me funny looks when they see a young woman knitting but no one ever asks what I'm doing or shows any interest. Engrossed in my knitting, I didn't even notice you on the train till you came and sat next to me. "Are you knitting?" you asked. "Yes,...
"Lyssa, I can't believe what your saying. You won't have sex with me of your own accord, but you would have me beat you into submission. I can't get my head around that. I feel like I'm in some weird waking dream. Do you mean that you'd allow me to beat you without condemning me for it? I find this so bizarre that I'm not certain you actually said what I thi...
The door chimed, and Keiko rolled out of bed with practiced ease to see who the new customer was. Some people would probably hate keeping such irregular hours, but Keiko considered a back room with a bed to be one of the perks of owning her own little tattoo parlor. She napped whenever she felt like it, only had to pay a mortgage on one little building, got...
I was born in a Mennonite community in upstate New York. If you have ever visited and been a part of a community of this type, you would understand and even sympathize with the naivety that I once suffered from. All sorts of rules and regulations governed our lives and purity was the most important thing for young girls like me to always uphold. I had never...
Part 1 The Mistress You meet me and we walk through the warm drizzle to a bar. It’s busy, noisy, typically gay in fact, but we blend in here and no one’s to know. You let me buy the first round; you find a spot by the fag machine, lean your broad back against the wall. I stand by your side, close so we can talk, thick as the thieves we are. And so we talk,...
We are in a taxi. I am snug and warm beside you. On this occasion, I am wearing a long black hooded cloak. That's all - just a long black cloak. I'm sure this means that a nice surprise is awaiting me. I'm leaning against you, resting my head on your lap, feeling your wonderful fur coat soft against my skin. The taxi driver is used to our evening excursi...
This is part two of the story of Carla and her Aunty Jo. This is one continuous story, so this part may not make a great deal of sense unless you have read the previous Chapters. This story contains hypnotism, lesbian love and sex, a bald woman, piercings, some strong BDSM, watersports and young girls. All the girls are adults. If this is not for you, pleas...
As usual, after a game played against such a terrible football team as the Flippers, the Lighting Bolt cheerleaders were in a great mood. Not only did their team easily win the game, but now, they were going to "play a few games" themselves. As they easily passed through security (which wasn't necessary because the Flippers had so few fans), they went direc...
Note to readers: This event was related to me by Brooke and was asked to write about her sexual adventures. The name and events are true, the locations are changed for discretionary reasons. Please enjoy her tale. I've always believed things happen for a reason. From a time and age, when things like I've done already, most girls haven't even fantasized...