Foreword: Both characters depicted here are 18 years or older. I didn't feel it was important to give them specific ages and my Mistress often refers to me as a girl. As this story was originally written by her directive, I tried to carry over a distinction between Domme and sub through use of language which comparatively glorifies or diminishes characters w...
The postman dropped the package through my letter box on a Wednesday morning. It had arrived just as Samantha had said it would when we last exchanged emails the day before. I picked it up, checked that the postmark read Ealing Broadway, as Sam had said it would, then dashed upstairs with it. With trembling fingers I ripped open the plain brown packet and o...
Kyla Anderson was walking briskly, pushing her heavy trolley with as much force as she could muster. Her plane had landed just thirty minutes ago at airport. She was in a hurry. Anyone could deduce that from her gait. Her boyfriend was meant to meet her five hours ago, when she was supposed to arrive. But like all respectable travel lines, Pan Am's plane was...
And so it was settled. Despite Jenny's misgivings, she and Sarah were going to remain lovers. Sarah was delighted that her pretty next-door neighbour was going to be what is crudely described as her fuck-buddy. She had no desire to leave her marriage, and she loved her husband as much as the day they got married, but she knew herself very well and had discov...
I woke up a bit after 7 wondering if last night had actually happened. I sat up in bed and saw James's card on the table next to the bed. I checked my purse and there was $700 in crisp new notes in it. Looks like it wasn't a dream. James had said ring at 8. I'd had a shower last night so didn't really need one now. I put on a robe, made a coffee and sat dow...
"I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman's face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "No," she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, "Sometimes, it's good to be domi...
Pink Ice soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations ar...
[Specifically Dedicated to "My Gus." She can share my cake anytime.] "Why don't you let anyone call you by your full name, Justine?" "Jay." I growled my retort at everyone who had ever called me that, including Gus. "Exactly," Gus responded through her half chewed apple while turning the roundabout way too quickly for my taste. "Justine is a pretty name....
1. Like most online encounters, it started with flirtation and creative writing, at a basic level. Over the weeks, though, it became something more. I felt like my new online domme, Ms. Sabrina, was one of the few who really knew me and the other hidden side of my mind and my life. We began to talk of real life, my recent divorce, the professional career I...
It was Danielle's 18th birthday. Her parents were going away for the weekend, but gave her permission to have some friends over for a birthday party, with one rule: No boys allowed. After some thinking, she decided on who she wanted to have over: Becky, Sarah, Amber, Candace, and Holly. She called each one in turn, and got them all to agree. All Danielle had...