It has now been half a year that I have been taken by Momma Melba. It has been the best half year of my life. My life now has a purpose higher than having a great social life and climbing the professional ladder. My life now consists of working hard at my job during the day. After work I spend a couple of hours cleaning Momma Melba's house in my French maid...
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...
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...
Author's note: the prompt for this story was "I got more turned on in two minutes with her dominating me than I've had in vaginal sex with any guy." This is a short little romp. If you enjoy it, write me an encouraging note in the comments! *** "Twenty minutes, sugar. The two-minute drill. You haven't finished your first week, yet." Issa stared in my face...
I was a fortunate young woman in Rome, the capital of the greatest empire. I was wealthy and of the patrician class. My family owned estates and thousands of slaves who worked our huge farms. Even though a young lady at age 18, I was not yet married off. I was also expected to learn the businesses of my family. So one day I found myself in the countryside,...
by BrettJ © 2015 Jaslyn Miller pulled her classic Thunderbird into the parking lot of the motel. She hoped that no one had seen her or the car. She had to be discreet and taking her car had been a terrible risk. She was one of only two people in the city who owned a classic 1957, red Thunderbird. It had been a wedding present from her daddy, who owned a s...
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only hum...
Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to g...
There was no way to foresee what had brought me to the conclusion, but I knew there had to be more to life. I didn't know if it would be better or worse at that point, only that it needed to be different. I had spent so many years not thinking about my own needs that I had no idea what I did need. Trying to contemplate my next move seemed senseless and yet n...
A sudden stab of pain woke me from the light sleep I had drifted in to. I had been lying on my stomach and some how must have snagged the ring on my blanket causing it to catch and pull painfully. I rolled over and raised myself on one arm to stare down at the shiny gold ring threaded through my clit. It had been over a week now since my Mistress had had me...